I got the quote from a friend’s blog…
Am I in love?
Yes- since I’m waiting.
The other never waits.
Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait;
I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game,
whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.
The lover’s fatal identity is precisely: ‘I am the one who waits.‘
- Roland Barthes
… and YES I do admit I am the one who waits.
… and I’m tired of waiting.
sigh…



















