So, now's not a bad time to try to revive this is it? I should hope not... ehehe... ^-^ told u i was bad at keeping up with forums... well this is the first thing i've written in ages!!
Meant for the strong.
Donít view my patience as a weakness.
Patience makes me a man.
I live patiently,
Waiting for direction.
I listen to the words my Father left me.
I call to Him daily,
Hoping to receive his wisdom.
Only in patience can I understand.
Only by giving Him time
Will He be able to show me.
He taught me about loveó
That, while it doesnít make you invincible,
You sure feel like you could do anything.
Though I learned that love is sometimes painful,
He brought me back from the edge,
And showed me that I could survive.
The mistakes I have made
Lead me to become a better person.
Patiently, the man inside me grows wiser,
He slowly begins to understand
That everything will work out in the end.
The man inside me understands
That things will not always work out his way,
But they will work out in the best way.
When heís given it time,
Found the right direction,
And united his will with the Heart of God,
The man in me will come out on top.
He will understand.
Through pain and sorrow,
He will find joy.
But anyway, a short story about all those times you wish you said something but you didn't. Now you finally have your chance, so you lay it all out there. All that's left now is to wait.
As they sit there over coffee, he stares out the window, fidgeting, unsure of how or if he should say the words he has floating around his head. He doesnít really know where to begin. Is there even a good place to begin? He reaches for her hand, then pulls back, instead running his finger over the rim of his cup. He looks into his drink, then up at her face and nervously turns away. He opens his mouth, but no words pass his lips. Heís thinking, but thinking is keeping him from speaking. He closes his eyes for a moment and sighs. When he opens them, he speaks.
ďIím always very careful with my words -- what I say and how I say it. I never say everything that's on my mind or the first thing that comes to mind, but maybe thatís what I need.Ē He stops to think for a moment then speaks with his eyes closed.
ďI donít really know what I want to say, but Iíve laid this out in my head so many times. Too bad I never wrote it down because it might help me right now. So, I should probably quit rambling. Ah, but Iíll never get this out. Darn it, what am I afraid of?Ē He pauses. He looks back down at his drink. When he speaks again, his voice wavers. He clears his throat.
ďI pretend that I donít have feelings for you. I tell myself that I donít so I wonít feel weird around you. I tell myself, and I try to believe it, but I feel drawn to you. I donít really know. Seeing you makes me smile, but I try not to treat you any different than anyone else. But Iíd be more willing to do anything for you than for most other people. Iíve dreamt about us, and it feels right. It just feels right.Ē He smiles slightly but nervously.
ďThereís this space in my arms that I wish I could fill. I feel like everything would be better, easier to handle if I just had someone to hold. Maybe that wouldnít change anything at all.Ē He sighs and looks out the window. He turns to look at her, looks down, and then begins again.
ďBut I feel like I donít really know you. Itís almost like our paths were destined never to cross. It seems like something always comes up. I always wondered how you could just thrust yourself into someone elseís life. Maybe Iíll never get it. I just donít want to make you feel awkward. You are important to me. I would do just about anything for you. Youíre a very special person, and you deserve the best.Ē He stares out the window, fidgeting. When he turns back toward her, he sees her lips part to speak, and he wants to run awayÖ
Its really good. Everyone goes through that awkward "spilling of guts", and I think you captured it very well. I also like how you left it hanging, letting the reader choose what comes next based on personal experience. Good stuff!