"Someday I'll find you
And I'll catch you
When you look my way
Someday you won't be afraid
And find the words to say
They were always there anyway
And I will be waiting
'Cause I will be waiting"

- Kelly Sweet ("I Will Be Waiting")

His brain stops as he tries to remember to breathe. She is in the safety and security of his arms. Right here. Right now. This is what he wants, isn't it? What he craves? What he yearns for? What he needs? He closes his eyes in ecstasy as he draws her closer to him.

But as his body reacts to her, his mind kick starts again. He attempts to suppress his carnal urges. This is not part of his plan, the greater plan. To give her the time and space she justifiably requested. To woo her in every way possibly imaginable. To make her his and wake up next to her every day for the rest of his life.

And even though as great as this feels, this is not right. This is not the time. This is not the way. This is not how he wants it. This is not what she deserves.

However, he cannot deny that he loves the sweet taste of her lips upon his. That he relishes the warmth of her body pressed against his. That the electricity and attraction between them is undeniable. That he feels complete only with her.

Every fiber within his being knows that they belong together. That they make sense. That he can be the man she's always wanted. That he is that man.

This is why he will wait until the end of time, if necessary, but hopefully not that long, for her. And that when the time comes that she is ready, that he will not hesitate. He will not stumble. He will not falter. He will not fail.

No, not this time. Because he now knows that this is more than any stupid, silly school boy crush. This, in his arms, is more precious than any jewel or reward. This is everything he never knew he ever wanted. This is his life.

So he regretfully pulls away from her embrace and stares deeply into her large chocolate brown eyes. He sees the pain that he has inflicted upon her in them. He feels the burden of sadness in her shoulders. He softly brushes a stray tendril from her face. He kisses her forehead lovingly.

He will not push. He will not force. He will not hurry. He will be faithful. He will be waiting.