I have been typing and deleting what to write here after finding below by Lang Leav. Need I say more? Admittedly, she drew what Patience and Love looked like. Patience being impatient and Love a little bit late on a designated time. Maybe Time is at fault too. Never perfect, never on time. Ha!
But who am I to say all these things? And who am I to question? I’ll just take it as it is just because I’ve learned that Love and Patience have their own way of doing things on their own. And I can’t force each one of them to come and stay in one place lest it’s the perfect time. That even though I say to the Universe that I have been patient for love to come, if it’s not the time, they will not meet.
I know I’m not making sense. I’ll just marvel how the rays of the sun finally made it’s way to my window. And tomorrow, i’ll await some more. Dang, I am not making any sense. I’ll just patient.