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Sunday, November 25, 2007

Waiting

I feel like I am waiting on something, maybe that sign that he needs help. Waiting for the sounds he makes as he sleeps to become the stories I know he hasn't told me. Waiting for the crowded restaurant to become too loud, too chaotic and we leave mid-meal. Waiting for the traffic to become too frustrating and he snaps. Yet, hoping those days never come.