Waiting Game

I can’t sleep, so I’m going through an old hard drive. I hit the jackpot, I found a million old photos.

I’m unsure whether or not it’s an advantage or disadvantage that there is only one man alongside me throughout this entire photo library. Years and years, trips on trips, vacation after vacation—only one dude. I guess it doesn’t matter… all I can focus on is that he’s already making new memories with two others. I’m still here… solo. as. fuck.

It’s ok, they can have him. He’s better with them than he was with me—it should be that way. Be the best you can be, homie, I’m not mad. I’m just waiting for the universe to grant me some company too.

AHEM*COUGH*AHEM…

Nevermind. 

I still need to lock down this job, move out of my parent's and then homeboy can cross my path. I have priorities and timing is a bitch, so the waiting game continues… 

*Looks at watch impatiently (now set to PST)*