Waiting.>
A million thoughts going through my mind.
What is she like?
Will she find me interesting and attractive?
For the longest time we have chatted online,
An occasional phone call, and now and then, a letter.
All I have is a memory of her voice,
A picture of her resting in my breast pocket.
It seems as though I have know her all my life,
Even though it’s only been for a few months.
We’ve talked about love, hobbies, likes and dislikes,
Good things that make us laugh and,
Terrible things that have made us cry.We will finally meet today.
Arranged ahead of time by mutual agreement.
How am I to know if she’ll like me?
I’ve been on a kind of high all day waiting for this moment,
Wondering if we will get along as well in person
As well as we have through the internet.I’m hoping to see the expressions
Her picture can’t tell me about.
Hear the richness of her voice
That can’t be conveyed over the phone lines.
See the twinkle of sunlight
Reflecting from her eyes.As our appointed hour draws near,
My heart begins to pound harder and faster.
My head grows light,
And an electric charge flows throughout my body.
My breathing comes shallower
Displaying my nervous condition.Am I overdressed or underdressed?
God I’m trembling with excitement.
I hope I don’t make a fool of myself.Oh my god!
Is that her?
My breathing gets shorter.
My heart is pounding.
Blood begins rushing to my head,
And I feel even more lightheaded.I wait with bated breath as she draws near,
Only to release it as she smiles
The most beautiful smile,
And greets me with a hug and a kiss.It’s only after we had met that I realized,
She also had been waiting…
With bated breath.
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