that this amazing person will enter your life and make you smile like you haven't in a long time.

and you wake up knowing all of this, knowing that soon enough your life will change for the immensely better.

but the only thing is, you don't know when it will happen.

and it's the waiting that's killing me.

knowing that in an hour or in a day or in three days emily will call me and i will drive speedily to her house and take her out and hug her tightly is torture.

i say it would be better if i just had a date to wait for, and i'm half tempted to make one up just to have something to count down to, so that when she calls i'll be completely pleasantly surprised.

however, i am insanely impatient.

which is just one of my more endearing qualities. right? right.