waiting

its not a matter of how long i am willing to wait anymore. i know she will show up. she has to. i made a plan with her. essentially i gave her everything she wanted. all she has to do is pick me up from this stupid class and then we can go and i will buy her the best birthday dinner she has ever had. maybe smooch a little while we watch a good movie at my appartment, just a solid night. its not atypical that she show up late. for some reason i am always early i am always prompt and excited but she is always a little late. oh she has good reasons but still. to think in the last year of school that i had met her. i really think she is the one.. i mean thats the  kinda thing we all like to think and i would be lying if i said that i had not felt that before but this time... it could be. i had poured so much into her. so much time so much joy. no regrets but still alot of time. i know she loves to be late but this is insane i am taking her to her birthday dinner. she would never forget about me. all she has to do is pick me up. i am waiting. just pick me up.