Lonely Boy
Oh, oh-oh I got a love that keeps me waiting
It’s Sunday night and we’re sitting in a nearly-empty diner Rhett said had ‘the best food ever’. While we wait for our pancakes and hot chocolate, he tells me he used to come here all the time before he was admitted.
“Admitted for what?” I ask.
“It’s a long story and our food will be here any minute.”
“Another time,” I compromise, and he nods.
We’ve been spending time together outside the waiting room lately. I suggested it one day, surprising even myself, and he agreed. Since then we’ve hung out together three times.
The butterflies never calm down when I’m with him, and I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.
“Admitted for what?” I ask.
“It’s a long story and our food will be here any minute.”
“Another time,” I compromise, and he nods.
We’ve been spending time together outside the waiting room lately. I suggested it one day, surprising even myself, and he agreed. Since then we’ve hung out together three times.
The butterflies never calm down when I’m with him, and I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.