The shape of his name groups the murky yet musk bittersweets. Here, it is not often that silence is outlined with solace, yet this moment stands to a still with a quivering solitude. Not uncommon it is, that my defence mechanism fractures minutely by every chance before the walls that call themselves barriers break down to a compelling state of faith, or holding on to. There is a spark fluttering underneath my heart but it must not blend into the organ. The more his name reverberates with comfort near the organ of emotions, the more the increment of my inclinations towards this man.

Waiting plays as a gaming test of every possible and impossible unutterable word there is to be gilded in the heart. This term of many certainties and uncertainties will tell much and it is with will, faithfulness and trust, that my commitment is in this very patient wait.

To not wait, is no longer an option, because this love has already been entrusted to this man.