Monday, September 17, 2007

The Comeback: A Second Monologue

Since I was, like 14, everytime a girl has left my house, if she didn't leave fighting, I have waited up for maybe an hour or so hoping she'd come back. So far, that has happened zero times. Maybe the girl that really does come back, without my asking, will be "the one." Or maybe she'll just have left something. I imagine I'll be waiting up and then see her headlights out my window or hear the knock on the door. I'll open the door and be so excited to see her there and she'll say "I left my sweater. Can I grab that?" And that's when I'll know. (pause) Um. (pause) That- (pause) That I should stop waiting up. (pause) Because it's a waste of time.