💜The Art of Waiting💜 Patience, they called it a virtue. A no..
Added 2025-02-14 04:07:20 +0000 UTC💜The Art of Waiting💜
Patience, they called it a virtue. A noble strength, a quiet dignity. But to her, it was a gilded cage—a test of will imposed by fate itself. She had waited before, had stood poised in the shadows of time, watching, aching, longing. And yet, the world never hurried for those who burned with urgency.
She paced within the opu1ent pr1son of expectat1on, her f1ngers tra1ling over silk-draped walls, her heart hammer1ng against its conf1nement. Was not the most exquisite t0rment to be so close, yet f0rced to wait? To know that the moment she cr@ved—his arrival, his words, his hands upon her—was inevitable, and yet, crue11y withheld?
The clock mocked her, its hands dragging like a reluctant lover.
Oh, but what if patience was merely another word for surrender?
What if the bold seized what the meek awaited? What if hesitation was nothing but fear dressed in virtue?
She had never been one to wait meekly. And yet, the whisper of wisdom, that tiresome voice of restraint, curled around her like an unseen chain.
The moment would come. He would come.
And when he did, she would meet him with the fire of one who had suffered the slow burn of waiting and emerged - not tamed, but sharpened! 😈
