You asked me what I'm waiting for, and I said Mr. Right.
but that is a lie.
because I am not waiting and I am not looking and
I am not about stop not looking or waiting because
I'm busy.
It's just a phase, part of the choice that I made when it seemed the most obvious thing in the world to acknowledge what was in front of my face and follow it. I get growly and pull up grass and loll about at the trunk of a too young tree and then it bores me and I wander on into the future alone.
For now.
My mother says that life is what happens when you are waiting for life to happen.
I don't have that kind of time.
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I didn't agree with everything my mother ever said.
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