A Case of the Maybe's
By: KG
Author's Note: Just a little something, because it's the cool thing to do these days.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It's unbeta'd so all mistakes are solely mine :)
Sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you just have to swing and hope you make contact. Then there are times when you just stand there and no matter how loud you yell the ball is never thrown. Sometimes all you can do is waiting for the game.
For years my life has been nothing but waiting, waiting for the pitch that'll send me running. Day-in and day-out I'm stuck listening, listening to victims and listening to cops and listening to attorneys and listening to everyone…everyone else, that is.
I don't know where I lost myself. There has to be a day, a time, an exact moment when I decided to live for someone other than myself. Ya know, to think about it, I think it was the day we met. I think the first time I ever lost myself in his stormy, blue eyes. Maybe that was it. It has to be, right?
And maybe I'm just standing on home plate. Maybe the real reason the pitcher isn't throwing is because I've never stepped into the batter's box. If I do step up, though, who's to say I won't end up flat on my ass? Who's to say I won't end up loving the wrong person? Who's to say I won't be unhappy? Maybe one day I'll have the courage to move the extra 6 inches, maybe one day I can give in to the 'maybe's' and 'what-ifs'.
Maybe I'm content with stalling the game, because maybe the pitcher has been him all along. Maybe I'm just waiting for him to yell back and tell me where to plant my feet.
A/N 2: Write your good words in stone, your bad words in snow and carry the rest in a heavy heart.