Anticipation

You were the one who
named it, this feeling. This feeling that I couldn’t let go of and now I never
will. This feeling, we created it. The two of us, together, combined, we are
this feeling. We live in it. And it consumes us and motivates and terrifies us
because it defines “us”.

But how beautiful is
anticipation? How beautiful, to look at a future full of hope and confidence
and trust, brought forth through consistent and sincere hard work.

How can we deny such
a powerful passion? How can we expect to survive without it? How can we even
begin to comprehend a life without the glorious anticipation that belongs to
the two of us, and only us?