Dear God, It's Me...Devon

What is it about human nature that requires us to continually want something better...bigger...more beautiful..etc?

I don't like being 21. I want to be 25. I want to be 25, happily together with George, being awesome at my job, buying a house, able to rent a car...fabulously me.

How come everyone around me is busy getting married? Having kids?

Sure, being single is fun...and I'd much rather be single than in a relationship that sucks. God - I see far too many of those around too. Here's the thing though...I'm impatient. I want it all now. Of courseeeeee it'll be perfect...I'll be 25. I'll be amazing. I won't cry, won't feel stressed, won't get angry. Something like that, right?

Blah.

If I had someone to do it with me though....a person to cuddle up with at night. A person who's puppy makes walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night impossible without licks. A person who puts on Finding Nemo for me. A person who occasionally lets me into his inner-workings...a secret place I feel few get to witness. A person who carries me to bed where we proceed to eat strawberry popsicles.

What are you doing tonight? Are you watching tv with Jaffy? Are you having a beer with a buddy? Working on your bike? Doing laundry? Already passed out? Making burritos?

Why are you not texting me? Why are you not opening the door a bit? Each day it gets harder to resist the urge to call you...reach out...

You haunt my dreams, plague my driving...and overwhelm my emotions - over and over.

Please...I need to feel your arms around me again...revel in your comfort and contentment. Just let me know when - I'll only ever wait for you...but it sure as hell doesn't mean I want to have to wait.