I sit waiting for him
I move my hand through my silky brown hair to fix it
My hand starts to twitch on the table waiting for him
My foot begins to tap do to being anxious to see his beautiful face
My stomach is in butterflies just thinking about being with him again
I begin to smile just thinking that in a minute or two he will be coming for me
He will be coming to take his princess away and escape her from nightmare
My phone begins to buzz making the table shake
I look down at it and see those words that I always dreaded
Of course those dreaded words only mean he can’t see me
But it still crushes me to look at them
But I always end up waiting for him even though I should know the answer by now
I will always be waiting for him.