Waiting is such an annoyance. I hate waiting for something that is universal not to come. I still waited for the rain in the middle of a summer in a sophisticated desert. Just how life has made me wait for ‘the one’ for years of gathering countless emotions, lone in middle of an infinite crowd.
I waited in desperation. Not a drop of it fell on me. Neither love nor rain. The sky had a beauty of sorrow that day.
A wait that I knew would last forever. It was dark all around and I was drenching in middle of the desert.
Drenching only in my own sweat.
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