I like to wait for her. Period. When she has class, I wait. When she does her paintings, I wait. When she takes a bath, I wait. I like to wait. No, I only like to wait for her. Screw that. I love to wait for her. It doesn’t mean I’m tired of her that I’d rather have her away. Not that. I just love to wait for her because I love the feeling of being there, like just guarding her or whatchamacallit.
I like it when she does things on her own, like figure it out for herself because she’ll do best just doing it on her own and not have me “Hey, do this instead. I like it.” I’m real selfish but when I get to my senses, I like her to choose what she likes not what I like all the time. Because, well, it’s hers, not mine. I should learn to just be at the background. Let her sort it out on her own. She actually does the greatest things just on her own. She’s a superwoman.
Or maybe, I just want an excuse for being too lazy to help?! Did I just make up a creative alibi?! NoOoOo! Honest, it’s like that. I just think she should figure things out on her own. She does it better than anyone, even me. She just needs a lot of time to think. It’s my fault. I keep bothering her. Hee But I’ll behave and WAIT. ♥
