Maybe it is true that when you love, it’s not just about appreciating and involving yourself to that being itself alone. You learn to do many things, and one of them is waiting.
As I’m writing this, I try to not let go of the thread of hope I’m hanging on. Hope of actually getting my spicy chicken fix in a minute right now. A minute had passed, another has, and Iim most certain that another will. I bade goodbye to the precious forty-friggin-five minutes that was lost (and counting). But you know what, here I am cringing in a mix of annoyance, migraine, clogged nose, and hunger, but I still wait.
I think this is a true but unfortunate one-sided love. I love KFC- their scrumptious chunks o’ chix. But it doesn’t love me back.
Or… maybe it does, but it isn’t making me feel like so.