A lifetime of waiting..
[ "I'm not a woman who believes in love," she murmured to the man sitting beside her, "but part of me knows that I'll always be waiting on him. No matter where I am, or what I may be doing with my life; however fulfilled or empty it may be..I'll be waiting on him. And he will consume my thoughts until death." She paused, and languidly tapped the ash from her cigarette. "What exactly I'm waiting for him to do- whether it's to race into my arms or spit in my face, I'm not certain. " She smiled then, "But maybe we never really know what we're waiting for until we're finished." ]