It is hard to know what you are thinking when each reply is so terse and uninformative. Generalized. Shying away from the heart of the matter; from the heart behind each carefully chosen word. Forced to wait another day, I pray this isn’t the start of an eternal delay — waiting for that which will never come. But I suppose this is no different from those earlier days where patience is a skill that was well practiced and honed, and so it seems I must continue to lie in wait to see what will become of us.
So full of doubt and second guesses — is that you I even heard? The voice behind those numerous faces? Tell me I’m not crazy. Because I so wish it to be true. But then again, I wish for many things. Yet the coincidences fall in line too perfectly and form a flawlessly straight path that leads back to you, yet your face remains hidden in a shroud of shadow.
Hesitation or refusal to respond? Time to think or time to run? Perhaps my patience has begun to wither from lack of care-giving. Either way it’s not my move. Ball’s in your court now.