Every time I think about it, I get really tense. My body feels like it's readying itself for a very powerful blow of some sort, but it's only in my head, the amount of time it's been, and the unknown amount to come. I'm waiting. I keep waiting for you to finally get some form of confirmation as to when you will be able to be here for me. I struggle every single day to remain patient for you; to keep myself from becoming upset at how long it's been since you said you would be here, and the time before that, and the time before that, and so on. My heart keeps beating for you alone, and that is torture enough, When all I have of you, is some pixelated images on a screen, and occasionally the sweet sound of your voice within my ear. And yet, I believe it is entirely worth it if you get here, when you get here, we can finally be happy. I'm holding my heart in my hands some days, looking at it, and asking myself why it hurts so bad. I know it cannot last forever, the pain it endures, so I keep hoping, keep praying, and keep wishing on every falling star I chance to see... That you will be here soon, to hold this heart of mine, and to share it's burdens forever with your own. I love you Nicole, and I'm waiting.