I’m realizing I’m a waiter. Yes I’ll wait at the bus stop an hour after it was supposed to be there. I’ll sit at the restaurant till it closes waiting for you. I’ll be here for you anytime of day or night if you need me, waiting for you to decide if this is something or nothing. I’ll be there when you stop talking to me too, waiting to see if you change your mind and need me again. I’ll still live my life, I’ll still grow and change and mature and experience things. But I’ll always be a waiter.












