As I sit here waiting for the world to change, I hear the doorbell. I am estactic at this new change. I have not been forgotten. I am not the invisible person I thought I was. So I continue to wait for the person to come up. I wait so we can wait together. We can play the waiting game and watch people play and have regrets. We will live with no regrets because we wait. We will be happy. The doorbell rings again. I sense impatience. I do not know what to do. I freeze at the sight of this person. Fear sets in as I hear the quiet footsteps leave. I am alone again. I tried not to have any regrets, but now I have my first one because I waited. It burns like alcohol trickling down my throat. I am becoming Emily. Just waiting and wanting. I am cemented down in my bed. Words collecting dust and fitting compactly into a hole I willing created. This was all so I couldn’t get hurt. But I have faced my first disappointment, feeling empty and remembering that tomorrow is just another day to wait. I must wait to live.