Every night I beg him to find where I sleep. But he still hasn't.

I lay awake at night, wondering how I became so lost. How this world became so foreign to my eyes.

I know he'll give me the answers I need.

But to wake me up, I guess he has to get up first.

He needs to get out of the mess he created. He needs to realize he created a mess. Why doesn't he see that his answer is in me? That he needs me? Am I so selfish that I believe in us together?

His art matters. My art matters. Together we matter. We make each other, and without each other we aren't complete.

I believe in love that is destined to be. I believe in love that never ends.

He believes in settling for second best.

I believe he'll find his way.

And until he does I'll stay awake at night waiting for him to walk through my door, confessing his undying love, and I already know the one thought that will run through my mind, and the worlds that will leave my lips.

Until that day I will cry myself to sleep. I will pretend my way through the day. I attempt to smile. I force a laugh. I will persevere.

But when it happens, and it will happen, I will smile. I will cry tears of joy. And I'll whisper to him through the phone:

Finally


So I bet this topic has been covered like billions of times, but I wasn't bored, and I haven't written anything in a while... so I wrote this and I thought it was okay so I actually posted it. It's true that most of my stories/drabbles don't make it past the haphazard written stage of existence. This one is still in it, but I posted it anyway =) if you liked it, review. They make me feel better about myself and it inspires me to write more. Hearing back from the readers makes my day, and it will give you a warm fuzzy feeling inside knowing you made my day =) so review....