Music plays over an old jukebox, singing a song about heaven on earth. The wind raps on the window lightly as the first drops of rain start to come down from the brewing skies outside. I have a cup of coffee on my one hand and take my first sip -- it was hot but just enough not to scald my tongue. The coffee tasted bitter and left a bad, lingering taste in my mouth.

She's late but I can wait for 10 more minutes. I've always been waiting... for her I mean, it's kind of a routine. I usually gather my thoughts in anticipation of her arrival -- I'd think of the first day we met, the first time I asked her out and sometimes grimly, how it's all going to end eventually. But all those thoughts vanish once she steps through those doors and flash me that smile of hers -- that smile that just, simply, made my day worthwhile.

Time suddenly goes by slowly as the tune starts to pick up. Raindrops begin to patter harder down on the windows and I wonder if she'll be late... again. I reckon she would be, she always was. The raindrops eerily follow the tune playing in the jukebox as it continued its melodramatic tone. I start to wonder, as I look outside, if she'll ever be on time. It's me who's always early and waiting -- never the other way around. If I added up all the times I've waited, it would have been equivalent to a sizable number of weeks or even months. I then wonder if I have been wasting my time. Sure, she's the love of my life but is that really enough for love to happen? I don't know...

On one hand, the chivalrous thing to do is wait patiently. She will come if I wait long enough and maybe one day, the waiting will be all worthwhile when things finally come to place. But how is that a promise? That hope I cling to may disappear so suddenly; in a blink of an eye and I will then find myself at a loss of a sizable number of weeks or months from waiting. The other option is just to get up and leave. I mean, just run while it's early. I'd have lost nothing of particular interest and I wouldn't have to face disappointment things falling apart.

Maybe I just shouldn't think about these things. Just let things happen for the meantime, have fun, drink my coffee and all that. It's not like I'm in a rush anyways and besides, I... kinda like the way things are for now. I don't know why but at these quiet times, my mind gets clouded with ideas of such things but I guess it's because it's coming to a time where I do have to think about it. Know what I mean?

*Sigh* Ten minutes shouldn't be long now...

If I can wait ten minutes for a smile to make my day, then I sure can wait for a longer time for love to come my way. Count on it.