Sketched in Waiting

That day when I heard your voice from the other end of the phone, I wanted to love you without regard for what I was capable of. For a single moment I couldn't ignore the clear regret in your unspoken manner—the way you couldn't have me close. Yet even as all reproach turned bloody, you weren't prepared to delay even slightly before pulling me to your chest.

The moment I learned this truth—that you're still waiting for me—my eyes brimmed with tears! The fierce longing to be near you carved its mark deep in my heart once more. How much you had become mine, how much I might become yours—I don't know, and right now I don't want to know either, because right now you're telling me with profound feeling... "I love you."

No one had ever made me understand the feeling of being loved so intensely before. It was the first time I truly felt the depth of those words "I love you"—there in your embrace.