I don’t know your name yet. Or maybe I do, and I’m still unaware of it. But I’m waiting for you.
You, my friend.
It’s been a long time of just circling, waiting, sometimes (mostly) less than patiently, for you to arrive. My next real friend. I had to move, you see, to set my family up for a new, bigger dream. But it meant leaving people behind. And while they still love me, I know they do, things changed.
And I’m lonely. I’ve been lonely for a long, long time. And I’m tired. Of wishing someone would call and ask how I am. Of having no one to tell stuff that I’m thinking about. Of crying alone. Of missing out on the laughter inside me that I need someone else to help draw out of me.
See, you’ll find out soon enough that I’m too serious. I take every too seriously. And I’m funny. I really am. But I hide it. And hide behind it. So I’m waiting for someone who won’t be afraid of my intensity and my brash humor. And I’m waiting for someone to discover that I don’t do lots of people. I do just a few, really well.
But I’m lonely. I have no one, really, right now who’s in the “few, but deep” category. Eric is great. I wouldn’t have survived without him. But he’s not all there is. I know this. And so I’m waiting. For you.
I don’t know your name, but I hope God crosses our paths soon. I hope you see past my tendency to hide behind doing and see how much I need someone to BE with again. I hope you hear God nudge you towards me, or when He nudges me towards you, and you answer.
Because today, I need a friend. And I can’t wait to meet you.
