waiting heart

you let me use your toothbrush, you wanted to cuddle, you held my hand, I've never seen you so happy, grinning like a clown all night. what a weekend. I enjoyed every minute with you, and I'm pretty sure you did too. Have we just been making bad decisions, hard decisions, wrong decisions all along to get us here, where we know better and can cherish what we have, finally, after eight years? I don't know, but I'm scared and confused, basking in the glow of the last couple of days, not brave enough to think about what might be next. Because, everytime this happens, you pull back and I'm crushed again. So, I want more, but I'll wait, because I think deep down we both know, we just don't know when, and it might take more time, but I think my heart's been waiting. It can wait a little longer. (I hope).