Waiting...

          I wish I wasn't that person who loves waiting. That person who stand and watch people walking by while two bare hands are inside pant's pocket. You tend to look at any short and long distance, at any direction, and anywhere else thinking he might come from there at any time. And when you're neck and eyes are tired of twisting and turning, you look down on your shoes, asking yourself how long will you have to wait. I wish waiting is not my specialty. 

          I wish I'm not that person who's good at waiting. Giving up is hard for you and letting go is least on your vocabulary. You stand still with you're feet enduring numbness. Some people will bump you, and it will hurt your shoulder. Some people will hit you, making you fall on the ground. But it's nothing. It is nothing compared to the pain of your crying heart who's waiting for someone who will never come. I wish I get tired of waiting.

          I wish I am someone who's not waiting for you. Someone who gets tired and leave because she's sick of standing or she's sick of twisting and turning. I wish I'm not loaded with patience. I wish I have more of courage to walk away and not let my heart in vain. I want to be that person. That person who doesn't waste time to stay and know that she deserves better. I wish someday, I no longer cry and realize waiting for you is not worth it. I wish I doesn't know how to wait.