Every time the phone busses, it seems to be every woman in the world but you.
I wonder sometimes how much of my life I’ll spend waiting. The things I’ll miss, the memories I won’t make, the friends I’ll never met. Then I wonder about the days the waiting is over. Long days I’ll spend with you longing for only seconds more to talk and share each other. Days I’ll be able to watch you smile and cook chinese food at home with me. Watching you paint while I pretend to read or even just siting in my truck talking till 3 am. It’s times like these when I dream of us, it reminds me why I wait!
Even if I end up waiting for my last sunrise before I can share it with you, it’ll be one more than I had if I don’t!
So I’ll wait, till the buss is you..