I have no one to shave my legs for, making sure they’re as soft as a baby’s butt. I have no one to kiss me on the head, and assure me that everything’s gonna work out. I have no one to yell at, when my day was completely a mess and he’s the only one who will listen. Yet, yes i mean yet. Yet, I’m content. Sometimes we want something so bad. So much, that we end up with the wrong people at the wrong time, and subsequently we end up more unhappy than we originally were. So I’m waiting. Waiting on that time, for that person, for the voice I can’t go a day without hearing. God has everything under control, and I shouldn’t stress about what’s not yet arrived. Rather I should be getty of the future that is to come. Patience, funny thing about the word. I’ve never been great with that word or concept. I think maybe God is teaching me something. I always say I’ll live by the word SERENDIPITY yet I always end up doing quite the opposite. Maybe when i learn the meaning behind these two words I will be at more peace, because it was meant to be.