It’s been a while. Going into this past week, she’s been busy with her first collegiate finals and has constantly been studying every spare moment that she had. And wanting the best for her, I just let her do what she needed to do so that she could do it well.

It wasn’t too hard to do. I had my things to do; she had her exams to study for. And of course, those exams were very important, usually worth anywhere from 40%-60% of a course’s grade. Obviously not something to take very lightly. Especially since I have had first hand experience when it comes to squandering that precious time away.

Seven days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 604800 seconds. Those come out to be some pretty big and significant numbers. And those numerical quantifications of time show the number of days, hours, minutes, seconds that her voice was hidden from me. That she was, for a short while, not infinitely connected at the other end of the line. It was a temporarily broken connection.

But someone once said that happiness should not be derived from the joys of that come from that special someone. Rather, that special someone should be a complement to your euphoria, likened to a delicious scrumptious dessert that follows after a great extravagant dinner. I once traveled down that dark and contorted road of making the dessert my everything and forsaking the all too important main course. That foolish mistake was made in my younger more naïve days. Needless to say, I got my just desserts.

So now here I am, wiser, more mature, having learned the important lessons of my youth. There comes a time when space just needs to be had; not as a result of relationship issues, but more so because of situations during which one must expend all the energy one has on an overwhelming task that must be completed with the strictest of diligence.

And so I waited. Because of the stomach illness from that past experience with the dessert, I now knew to focus, slow down, and enjoy the appetizer and entree without rushing towards the Crème de la Crème of the meal. It’s not going anywhere.

At that time, when I am finally able to partake of the sweet delight that awaits, I’ll then know the surpassing joy that comes from waiting, not rushing, and letting it come to me in due time. There truly is no better moment during the course of this gourmet dish of life than when we finally get what we waited so patiently for.

05.06.09, 12.59-1.27am
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Yeah I know it’s been a while. And I’ve gotten rusty again (if there is such a state as rustier than rusty). And that the extended metaphor should probably have been started earlier so as to bring a better sense of cohesion to the whole story. But ehz.