Please, hurry. Please come soon.
I spend every single day aching for you to arrive, wishing you were here. Oh, how badly I wish for a new day, a new dawn, a new beginning. I am counting down the days. Every single second. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Ever since I was a child, I dreamt of you. I imagined castles in the sky and a gorgeous house. I imagined being all grown up, that I would finally have everything I wanted to.
As I grew older, I added more dreams to that list. Success. Comfort. Money. Contentment. Friendship. Recognition. Love. Happiness.
I simply cannot wait. I cannot wait for my dreams to come true.
Please, do not hurry.
I am terrified of you, of the uncertainty you bring. These dreams that I have – what if they never come true? Then what will I have to look forward to?
I doubt myself so much. I don’t think I can attain all of that. How could I possibly make my dreams happen?
And now you are so close that I can almost taste your faint twinge of disappointment. I can feel my heart breaking as my years of dreaming and planning fall into ruins and disrepair. I can feel it all slipping away.
I wish I could stay in the present as long as forever.
Please, be bright.
Please, be beautiful.