The Waiting Game.

I wrote this about 3 months ago.  I don't think Amanda has even seen this.  I hope she likes it.

                As wise man, Tom Petty, once said, “The waiting is the hardest part.” 

                The 3 seconds in question were possibly the longest of my life.  I was left feeling like I had lived an entire lifetime in those three seconds.  Feeling as though I were a recent graduate waiting on acceptance correspondence from post-secondary institutions, hopeful parents waiting on fertility results, or perhaps an idle professional waiting for a return phone call regarding prospective employment, I waited.

                She, on another, higher level than I, was everything that I had ever waited for.  Her reaction, her response, her answer, I waited.  Any answer was better than the waiting.  I knelt under the pressure, contemplating the outcome, the consequences of both the query and perceivable outcomes.

She was and is everything that I am, and continues to influence everything that I become.  She knows me better than I know myself, and I could find her in a crowded room blindfolded.  My past, present, and future personified.  Standing over me, she gazed downward, her sculpted hand covered thin lips, blocking the words that I desperately wish to hear. 

                Shouldering the burden of the weight, I shifted my gaze to the floor.  I could not bear to wait another tick of my wristwatch more when she did, finally, utter a response.  Awash with relief, a feeble, nearly inaudible affirmation was released from her lips.  A small whimper and a single tear told me everything I had ever needed or wished to know.  Every moment with her had simply been preparation for this one.  Life changing, yet somehow comforting, I knew from that moment that, come what may, everything would work out.