Prose

Waiting for Love

written by: Belladonna

Some sit on dusty windowsills waiting for love. And some find it without looking. If these were the only cases, I would wish to be the first. Some would find this a silly wish, but I would rather wait for love. I'd never want to fly alone and hope "the one" would find me.
Love is something to long for. Not something to bump into.
Love is something not to be accomplished. But to charish once it has been found.