My mom spoke to me a few days ago, about how I’m wasting my youth. How I should find love closer to me. How I’m not getting any younger. How she feels I’m lonely.
She told me she is grateful to have my dad. That though they clash and have different work ethics, at the end of the day he makes her laugh.
I understand she is worried for me.
It’s not that easy.
I’m in the mindset that there will be a day where I can one day hold my love’s hand and call him mine. That one day I will come home to a man who makes me laugh.
The timing isn’t there yet.
But one day it will be.