I remain where I am expected, loving someone I am never meant to claim. On the surface, nothing changes. Days pass. Conversations continue. And yet, everything inside me rearranges itself. There is the life I perform out loud, and another that only exists in the way my pulse stutters whenever your name crosses my mind. My hands move through the world I am in, but my heart has taken up residence elsewhere. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere gentle. Somewhere I am not allowed to stay. And still, I do not leave. ~ still waiting...Thea Hart