Turn Out to Be

I looked through the notebook that has been with me for a while and wrote this paragraph: "I have always wanted to write a story about waiting. Maybe I believe that there is still such love in this world. The two missed each other before, but they are silently waiting for the love in their hearts. Waiting for the other person's forgiveness, time can dilute everything, but it cannot dilute the waiting in their hearts." I have absolutely no memory of when this passage was written, let alone its existence, but it coincides with the story in my mind, and I am destined to believe in waiting for the rest of my life.