And so I thought, now I know.

I thought when you came back I could call an end to the wait, the long wait to have you back in my life. My patience had run out then. Here we are today, over three months since you have been back, here I am again, without you.

It appears that being with you means I need to have an endless stream of patience. I waited two years for you to be back and god knows how many more years I have to wait till you have settled in. Your new business, your new car, everything takes precedence over me. Where do I fit in? How did I become so dispensable to you? When did we lose the love between us? When did we both started changing? I missed those milestones.

And so I have to wait, to count the days and nights, to count the minutes and seconds. To pray that I can gather enough resolution not to wait anymore.

I'm tired and my patience has worn out.

When can I say good bye?