The wait is like a silent ticking clock. It doesn't disturb the peace, but the sound is there, a perpetual rhythm in the backdrop of our lives, reminding me of the time that keeps passing. And like every reality TV contestant waiting for the host to announce their fate, I am just here trying not to bite my nails off.
Sometimes, it feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for a leap that will lead to a beautiful flight. But the leap isn't mine to take. The parachute, also known as the engagement ring, is still nowhere in sight. I mean, I don't need a grand gesture, just a simple, "Will you marry me?" while we're eating pizza would do. But apparently, my boyfriend, the certified 'Master of Suspense', has other plans.
And let's not forget the endless stream of family gatherings. Aunt Betty never misses an opportunity to ask, "When are you two getting hitched?" And each time, I flash a strained smile, and dive into the safety of the nearest conversation. The question isn't 'if', it's 'when'. The uncertainty is a silent thorn, it doesn't hurt much, but I know it's there.
Sometimes, during our shared silence, while we're watching Netflix or cooking dinner, I find myself rehearsing surprised reactions for when he eventually pops the question. I have about five versions ready, depending on the scenario.
Don't get me wrong, I love him and our relationship. But this waiting game feels like I'm in a limbo of romantic suspense. I'm a damsel waiting for her knight, only instead of a dragon, we're battling against time.
Until then, I'll be here, perpetually on the edge of my seat, half-expecting each dinner to end with a ring in my dessert. So, here's to waiting, to silent ticking clocks, to cliffs that beckon beautiful flights, and to the silent thorn of uncertainty. May patience and a sense of humor be my loyal companions on this journey!
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