I guess I don’t have much say in this whole thing. I guess I’m just waiting here for you to miss me enough to want to change this predicament we’re in. I’ll pretend like it’s not keeping me awake at night, leaving me restless and anxious. Pretend like I’m not in misery here alone. Pretend like the rest of my life, the better part of my life, is paces in front of me but no matter how badly I want it, I still have to wait back. It’s like working an hourly shift, counting minutes until your time is up. Or waiting in a jail cell until the officer calls your name. And that’s just it. You’re the officer, dangling the keys in front of my face. Playing video games, taking naps, making plans with your friends. Doing everything BUT planning for our future. Just a reminder that you have no intention of speeding up this process. You’re perfectly fine on the other side of the bars.