Waiting

I hate waiting. Tonight I caught up with a friend and I was early. He wasn't late but I still had to wait and it mad me all agitated. I came to the revelation that waiting is wasted time. I have so much to do that I can't afford to be waiting for anything

I think that's one of the reasons I am so torn at the moment. I'm nearing forty and don't want to spend the rest of my life alone. If he doesn't want me then he should have the balls to admit it so I can heal my broken heart and move on.