my life is like an open book yet no one cares to read. i worry and i wait like an impatient child. i love stupidly and give overly. my days are sometimes filled with regret of past things. i worry also of the future from which i am blind and it annoys me not to know what to expect. but i learn to listen and slowly but surely i learn to wait. the one i love is patient at times and loving always. with me in his arms he will tell me he loves me and i feel so....so. it is a feeling i can't describe and yet this undescribable feeling sets my heart on fire leaving all regret to fall to the ground like forgotten ashes. my days are my fresh pages awaiting for something new, something that is worth remembering. To waste them would be a selfish thing that i no for sure and to use up my days in worry shall come to an end.