A wise friend once told me, patience is a virtue.
You were right.
So I’ll wait for you.
Seconds, minutes, hours. Days, months, weeks and years.
Don’t worry, my love, I am not actively awaiting your return.
You would not want that, and I am tired of being sad.
Just know, I’ll always be yours.
I am sprung on you, my love, and I do need you back.
Just not today.
And probably not tomorrow.
But I’ll be waiting, sweetness.