A Post In Which I Wait
Yesterday I put a message in a bottle and put that bottle in the ocean. It said, Hear me, Forgive me, Promise me, Love me. And today I sit on the (metaphorical) beach and wait for a reply. And while I wait, I can’t help but think the answer might not come, because what have I done to deserve understanding, forgiveness, promise, or love.
But it’s not always about deserving, is it? I think, maybe, it’s about having faith that it will come, and staying until it does.
I don’t want to miss it.