Knock Knock.. Who’s There?
I was talking to someone yesterday who knows all about my circumstances, and my (widely considered insane) claim that I would wait forever for my one true love, and welcome her back into my life in a second, and they asked me this question;
“So, say it’s three years from now, and you still hadn’t spoken to her at all. You’re in your living room, hanging out with a girl, and there’s a knock on the door. When you open the door, she’s standing there with a suitcase and says, ‘Hi, I’m ready to come home.’ What would you say?”
I thought about it for a second and gave my answer..
“I’d say two things, first I’d turn to the girl and tell her.. ‘I’m so sorry, but you have to go now.’ Then I’d pick up that suitcase to carry it inside and say,
‘Welcome home baby girl.. what took you so long? Glad you made it back safe princess.’”