because at the end of the day,
she'd always have these unanswered questions roaming through her mind,
like a long lost hope, waiting to be discovered.
and maybe one day, she'll finally find the answers she'd been looking for,
if only it wouldn't take so long.
how long could she hold out?
how long could she hope?
how long till her faith dissipates?
the bitter sweet thing about the future is that time is endless.
wait is endless.
but what happens then?
what if she finds the answers she'd been looking for, earlier than she expected.
will she run?
will she chase what her heart has wanted all along?
or will she stand still, because maybe the only thing she can do is reminisce.
to accept the truth, to accept life, to accept fate.
she'd hope fate would be kind,
she'd hoped love would be kind.
when does it stop hurting?
when does the confusion end?
one would never know,
and only the future can tell.
she waits...
because maybe one day...