"A little longer, just a little longer. But my hope was dying as the clock kept ticking. Minutes became hours. Hours became days. I had that flicker of hope to see that silhouette at the door. I don't know if I'll feel the same seeing you one second late, or a few minutes late, or a few days late. Because just a little longer felt like forever. Maybe the moment you decided to appear will also be the moment I've decided to leave. Because forever isn't coming."

-anon