You know what sucks? Having a wonderful 2 weeks of talking to you, falling for every word you tell me, liking you more each and everyday, just to wait for you. Wait. The worst feeling ever. No matter what it is.. waiting for food to finish cooking, or waiting for a line to get shorter when shopping, waiting for your favorite tv show to come on, or waiting for something that's never going to happen. That's why I'm impatient. Because I hate waiting. I hate the fact that all I have left of you are just these 2 weeks of memories. I'm over here left with memories and all I can do is make up scenarios of what would happen when you get back. That's all I've been thinking, and it's killing me. But.. I guess I have no choice but to wait. Because you mean that much to me. I would wait for you.. no matter how much it kills me.