On waiting, bridges and burning.
You stay because you don’t know how not to and nobody ever told you how lonely it is to be standing on a bridge waiting for someone to meet you at the middle. Nobody ever told you that if you run out of matches you can just turn your back and go. Don’t burn that bridge down. Walk across it. Except you don’t and you won’t but waiting feels like forever and waiting feels like someone is pouring saltwater into your lungs and waiting feels like your desperation at night. If God is watching, if anyone at all is watching, they want you to know that you’re more than this. Gather your baby longing, hold onto your fight, cradle yourself in your gentle arms, you can walk the distance, put that match down.