I’m tired of crying.
I’m tired of being lonely.
I’m tired of feeling incomplete.
"Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen."
the girl who goes to the same coffee shop almost every day because she heard that her estranged father was seen there just once.
longing for approval.
unable to grasp the meaning behind it all.
unsure of what she would actually do if she saw him.
and yet, it’s what she clings on to as the only and last straw, connection, and window to the past or possible closure for the future.
I am that girl.