Day Three hundred and twenty three - True love waits

Yesterday I went out to have a meal with my friend S and his beautiful family - it's always a delight being with them. It replenishes the soul, it fills the heart, lifts up the spirit, and I wish I could do it more often, though I know that it doesn't ultimately depend on my will - we're all grown-ups, we all have our lives and we allot what free time we have to what we consider to be our priorities. Even so, it was a great evening spent with some of my best friends, and afterwards me and S still felt like grabbing a drink or two, and we ended up in this dive not far from where we had our meal. And in this place there were two couples having their meals. God damn, the beautiful girls just were looking so adoringly at their respective fellas, and that just about broke my heart right there and then. It was such a beautiful thing, and I found myself deeply envying them, and why, oh my god, was I envious of them? From whence was this bile festered? Have I not prayed to thee, god above, to deliver unto my arms, a love good and true? Have I not beseeched thee, o Lord, and lo these many years, for finality, for permanence? Why am I chastised thus? If true love waits, if it truly waits, when, my god, when? Have I not longed for thee enow? Ah, my heart, my heart, how old my heart, I know, I know.