Just sitting here thinking about that one person you hold out for. You know, the one who greets you when you shut your eyes at night or conjure up when the days are long and vexatious. That one good thing you hope for and believe wholeheartedly in, regardless of feelings being reciprocated. You pray for the day when they come into your life and ultimately emancipate you from it all. They ride a white horse or maybe drive a rusted red Mustang. Either way they’ve come to slay those demons you fear and carry you off to another world, so far removed from the hurt of before, safe and protected forevermore.
That day is out there, nigh or maybe just lost in the turbulent winds of the future, but it’s still out there. And they are out there somewhere too. Blindly fighting their own demons while dreaming of you, believing that maybe, you’re going to be the one who saves them too.