I can wish all I want, but this will never happen.
Where is he? I trust him with my life, my FUTURE, and he isn't here.
Yet.
Yet.
Always yet.
Ever hopeful, always waiting for my man.
But, now…
Now he chooses not to show.
This wont happen, this wont happen!
It cant happen, not without him.
I keep pacing, people are staring.
They whisper, I should stop pacing…
Too nervous!
He HAS to be here. He was always there before!
Always there before.
Never far from me, when I needed him, at anytime, he was there.
Maybe it WASN'T real…
I thought that sometimes, but it was too good to give up.
Too…magical.
I am almost in tears. Where is he? The whispers get louder, people are glancing!
HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!?
Air, I need some air. I just need to calm down.
Someone is coming over to make sure I'm okay, I cant tell who it is.
I try not to, but I snap at her anyway.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!"
She backs off.
I feel bad.
But I am too worried.
He wouldn't be kidding, would he?
No, this is too important. Even HE knows that.
I wring my hands, feeling like my mother.
What if something happened?
No, not possible. Nothing could happen.
Oh, when he gets here he is in so much trouble!
My eyes are flashing, I can feel it.
The woman, my best friend, is smiling.
She knows what's going on in my head.
Why does he have to pick today?
He wouldn't have forgotten…
His best friend walks over.
His hands are up as a sign of peace.
"Look, he'll be here. No worries. He NEVER fails."
Never fails.
I sway from side to side.
He tries not to reach out and brace me, but I see him wanting to.
"I wont fall, unless he runs in at this moment."
Of course.
"Speak of the Devil" his friend says.
Here he comes, bursting in through the door. Black coat flowing out behind him.
Hat in hands, hair messy.
Like I would want it any other way.
He grins at me.
I glower at him.
He blows me a kiss
He must've seen the relief on my face.
And the man next to me grip my elbow as my knees almost gave way.
We take our places.
I hiss at him.
"Always late! Why? Today of all days!"
He grins and winks. "Anything for that look on your face."
My eyes flash.
Afterwards.
I am stalking around, though the effect is spoiled because he is holding my hand.
We weave around people.
He spins me into a tight grip, close to his chest.
"I love it when you play hard to get. Makes everything more fun."
I smile. "Oh, James."
"James."