I wait on him, though the wait seems like eternity, because I believe he'll call up on me. The wait is painful and the thought that my belief might be shattered, scary. But I still enjoy this wait; coz the joy brought at the thought of him calling is stronger than the pain.
How I wince at the mention of a prickle of a pin. And here I am unperturbed by this volcano I have within myself.
All a part of it!!
6 comments:
Hmm.. very true... the joy afterwards is much more than the pain of waiting!!!
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Comon...its not so tough
Love is Blind.Do you have to be blind too?Think about it.
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