Submitted by Pomegranate
A woman waits for a man she likes with hope, with eagerness. She waits, hoping against reason, practicality and most importantly, experience. She waits knowing that she may well be a fool not to extinguish hope and foster indifference in its place. But she waits. Because she likes the man. Because this is her excursion into the world of faith, of possibility, and emotion; into a world of light and joy, spontaneity and laughter. And though she knows disappointment is likely, she fosters her hope, protects it, because she values the ability in herself to have the feeling at all.