you'll sit alone forever if you wait for the right time...what are you hoping for?

there’s a little frog that sits on my doorstep. he’s been there off & on since i moved in. no one else in my apartment complex has frogs on their doorsteps…only me. and he’s always there.

i wonder what he would say if he could talk? sometimes i have imaginary conversations with him in my head. i even speak to him as i’m unlocking the door on occasion. and sometimes i imagine him speaking back.

i’ve even caught myself thinking before…what if he really is my prince charming? and he’s sitting on my doorstep to protect me? then i realize how ridiculous that is. i mean…that is crazy, right? it’s just the little girl in me wanting the fairy tale to be true, i guess.

and i so desperately hope that it is. maybe not necessarily in such a literal sense of frogs on my doorstep turning into men, but just the whole idea of dreams coming true, ya know…

and i’ve got a good feeling that they do :)