A waiting gurl

For the entire afternoon she sat, her eyes affixed on a floating bottle.

She finally found the beginning of romance at the summer seaside;
Yet she’s battling herself within, very afraid to pick up the bottle. It might just mean a dramatic alteration to her fate. Who knows?

Til the sun begins to set & the tide runs low. With the sinking water, the bottle was gone. However, still she sat not moving an inch weeping ever so silently…

That might be her last chance, but courage let her down.
Again.
She dare not let anything take the slightest head start.

Not so easily at least.
Not with anyone else.
Not with anyone else but him.

Besides him, no one else could melt her heart of stone.
However it seems he’s unwilling to cure her of the stone coldness now.

Waiting is all she can do.

no one else but u