I sit and wait.
And in my waiting I'm...Words do not begin to describe the feeling I have. As I sit at my favorite coney I stare out the window at the falling ice and I realize that I cant possibly pinpoint the feeling I have for her. But with this feeling I come to realize certain things, my waitresses face seems bright and vibrant, my slice of pie tastes particularly good, the coffee isnt bitter before I put my sugar in, and the music doesnt suck. Sitting there, watching the ice, I come to realize that with a perfect girl, everything is perfect. Dispite how warm and welcoming the coney feels, theres one thing I need. Her, but shes so far away, my love reaches her and hers to mine. But it would be nice...To feel her touch once again.