Patient

 

Patient is not how I feel right now.

The wait is long, and I wish it was over. Sometimes I wonder just how long it will be because I don't know. 

Sometimes a wait has a limit, like "I'll see you in two weeks." Sometimes a wait is unknown like "I hope I see you again some day."

But life goes on. I still get up, walk, eat, clean, cook, go to work, watch the weather, go to church, write, read, crochet, and wonder about you. Wondering if you wonder about me. 

The days float by, then the weeks. Time moves, and I try to learn to be patient. I know the end result will be better if I learn. I know it stinks, and yet every moment that we're not together is not wasted. I try to remind myself of that. 

I guess I'm just trying to be patient. And in the end, I know I will be patient for as long as I need to be, even if it's not the most patient patience.