Honey, he ain’t ever gonna come.

Why am I here? Why? Why? I’ve been here for who knows how long waiting. Waiting. He still hasn’t shown up. Maybe he never will, but I want to believe he will. I twist the faded silver ring that lives around my finger, and close my eyes tight. “Please.” I whisper to myself. If he doesn’t show up, I’ll simply give up. I push myself off the fence I was just leaning against and feel the tears stinging my eyes. ‘Don’t cry’. I think to myself. Well, the other half of my brain seems to go against that logic and the tears start walking down my flushed cheeks. I blink a couple back but the majority troop through and before I can blink again I’m properly crying. In public. Why am I like this? It’s not like I ever thought he would show up. But I guess this time I kind of hoped he would.