The Coffee Wait

They say that patience is a virtue and the people who have known me since childhood always tell me that in that aspect, I am not virtuous. I am undeniably impatient and waiting is something I really am bad at. I get all moody and being very irate that I was, waiting made dealing with me impossible. It was as if waiting took the logic out of the equation in my brain.

But as the years go by, I have learned to wait for some things. However, waiting for a specific time or person to arrive is something that, I would have to admit, makes my skin crawl. 15 minutes seems like a year and an hour seems feels like forever to me.

But love makes me a different person, I guess. It’s been hours since I arrived here… in the coffee shop outside where she works… and surprisingly, I’m still here and I don’t feel like shooting someone in the head yet. Or biting someone’s head off.

I guess I’m sounding so domesticated… hmmm.

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