Because waiting has a season. Even the deepest river has a dam. Even the most faithful dog will stop barking at an empty door.
I waited so I could learn the map of your excuses. I waited so that when you finally looked at me— really looked — I would have the evidence. I would have the receipts of every night you came home hollow, every "I'm tired" that meant "I'm tired of you," every touch that felt like a goodbye. angela white i waited
But I didn't. I waited.
Angela White, I waited. Now watch me go. Because waiting has a season
I waited until the waiting turned into watching. And the watching turned into seeing. And seeing? Seeing is the end of love. I waited so I could learn the map of your excuses
I could have left a thousand times. The first time you pulled the sheets over your head and built a wall out of silence. The second time you chose a party, a paycheck, a nothing over the quiet storm brewing in our kitchen. I could have walked out into the rain and never looked back.