((link)) | Angela White I Waited

So here I am. Not angry. Not weeping. Just… finished. The clock has struck its final hour. You are late, Angela White. You are not just late for dinner. You are late for us .

Angela White, do you hear me? I waited.

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

I waited until the waiting turned into watching. And the watching turned into seeing. And seeing? Seeing is the end of love. So here I am