A woman wonders with tangled thoughts about the time it takes to find love.
A man says nothing but remains vigilant on his own betterment, hoping one day she will notice.
She wants love with the kind of trusting passion told in fairy tales.
He understands this but waits in the shadows of social media and the guise of friendship.
He wants to give her everything and show her devotion.
There are times when the risk is too great, hampered with doubt and uncertainty.
Another day passes, and quaint exchanges are made, likes are like splinters of truth begging for more to be said.
He focuses instead on his imperfect life, striving to become his best so that one day she will see him
She searches her soul with lightness masking the heaviness of her heart’s desire
Others are surely a better fit for her
She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen
Surely a nicely made man with tattoos and creative luck trailing his life like you see in the magazines are meant for her
He knows he is not this man
But he continues to find his best self, continues to like
While all others adorn her, he chokes on simple hellos and wonders at the time it takes to find love
He wonders at the time it takes to accept his self, to find her, to let her know
She trails off like a bright star in the night, unaware
He settles in watching snow accumulate like too many words stuck in his thoughts
Maybe sometimes the best of a person is speaking without fear of rejection