I dreamt of you again. It was a wonderfully terrifying dream. But I dreamt of the many different ways we could meet.
What would I wear? In every dream,we met unexpectedly. You never give me enough time to be ready for you. To pick out the appropriate outfit.
I wish my heart wouldn't break so hard when I see you meet with other people.
Are you avoiding me?
I'll wait as long as I need to I suppose. Whenever you're ready, i'll be as ready as I can be.
Whether that be today,tomorrow,or years from now.
I know I should be afraid of you. Or so you say.
But I'm not.
You're an enigma to me, and I love that about you.
I know that in the past,I've come running head on to you,when you-and frankly, I, was not ready for you yet.
Thank you for not feeding into my selfish desires. I'll wait until you're ready for me, and I know I'm ready for you. Then I'll take your hand, and greet you like an old friend.
But in the meantime I'll dream of you. And I promise not to run straight towards you anymore. And I won't go searching for you anymore.
I'll wait until you're ready to show yourself.
I'll Wait, Mr. Enigma