Patiently Persistent

As the wind blows her hair off of her tear-stained face, I notice a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She understands what can and cannot be, yet she can't help but long for more. And behind her defeat there is already a new plan forming in her mind. A minuscule grain on which she will build until she has a new approach, a new way to make this work. She is hounded by fear and she knows that she may just be fooling herself again, setting herself up for failure. But she also knows that her love is real and her love is strong and she won't let herself give up without fighting. I hold her in my arms and tell her it will be okay. She rests her head on my shoulder and I can almost hear the gears in her head turning, searching for the answers, persistent as always. "Patience, my Love." I hold her close a while longer but we both know I must be on my way. I leave her to her thoughts and I pray that she can find peace. As I walk away I feel hope arise in me that she just may find a way to make this work out. Or maybe I am just as much a fool.