patience is a virtue...

its like the minutes had transformed themselves into painful hours, the hours into neverending days and each day feels like a long year. when would the results come? when would i hit up my inbox and see an acceptance letter, an invitation to come out for an interview - a recognition of all the painful studying i had done for my whole life? when would he call? did he care? but what would i say when he did? my desires had somehow found their way into my dreams, troubled dreams that woke me up with a start, only to realise that the dream was a dream and reality still had me waiting. i remember in form one we had to write an essay about where we would be 10 years from now..i was so hopeful, it seemed so easy. 23! i would be and adult - independent and grown, married (at the very least engaged). but here i am, twentea3, a confused twenteasomething..life isnt that easy for a twenteagirl/woman. trying to do what i can academically to build a professional life. trying to set standards with him that will train me to set standards with my future someone. time goes slowly and its so hard, so damn hard to keep pushing - but it keeps ringing in my head - patience is a virtue, a gift, it will all work out...