In Tiny Rented Rooms I Was Struck by Miracles

It's cruel, almost. How often I've been disappointed. Wasted potential, every time. I think I have a real, interesting connection with someone, and it's all for naught. It's downright frustrating the more I think about it. One night stands are great fun for the whole family, but after a while you can't help but want something substantial. Something with which you can really take your time. Quite frankly I'm tired with all these people that I know I'm going to forget about come the morning after, regradless of how well that night goes. A bunch of vacuous argonauts, the lot of them.

But then, you see that... that someone. Either for the first time, or you just see them in a new light, and they're all you can think about. I was sitting in the motel room, idly sifting through the dreary mess of the people with whom I work, and I saw it. A vision of pure, unadulturated clarity. In a tiny rented room I was struck by a miracle. Obviously, the way to play this is to keep cool for now. Level headedness is always the way to go. I'm excited to get started, to be sure, but I can wait. I can wait until the stars burn out if need be. Still, I'd rather not wait longer than I have to for our paths to cross.

Unfortunately, for now, I'll just have to be patient. It's one of my most dominant traits, so I know I can handle it. I'll bide my time, and I'll wait until we're in the ring together. Then I can properly get things started between us. If you're there now, and if you're reading this, hold tight. I'm coming for you.