...Of the Road

He walks a line pulled taut between what he wants and what he can have. He wants all of her. For now, he can have her back. He can have her sardonic smiles from across the desk. He can have her trust, which is a promising improvement over the past.

He can also have patience, because God knows he'd needed time. Now, here he is, the best version of himself, holding on to two cups he finally knows he can fill. And he can hang out on the dividing line for a little while longer, waiting to tell her.

For a little while, but not forever. No one survives too long standing in the middle of the road.