a shrug, a faint smile and all that patience i seem to show. i'm willing to wait and put everything on the line now because i believe it is worth waiting for. or perhaps something better hasn't come along. but then again i haven't been particularly active in seeking that 'something better' have i?

so i continue waiting. patiently. perhaps foolishly.

and yet it is times like these, in the depths of the night and darkness and there is nothing to distract me from my consuming thoughts, that i wonder, 'what if'? what if what i waited for comes true, does it mean happily ever after? but worse than that, what if it never comes true, or i never get a shot at it? or if everything is shattered by one much better than me? then what becomes of these years? these years that i spent waiting. would they just be empty and in vain?