Some days she wonders what the point is in trying when she seems to be the only one who cares. She grows tired of being expected to “wait her turn” when that turn doesn’t seem to be coming any time soon. Her turn for what? To be acknowledged, to be worthy of his time in more than just a passing way. Loneliness takes over far too often and she can’t help but feel that things are not supposed to be this way. Plans are always made with someone else’s needs in mind. When will it be her turn? Even just for one day.