Sandcastles

I witness as they celebrate their love, with light in their eyes and tenderness in their voices. Amidst the haste and chaos and urgent whispers, it is still lovely. I can't help but feel envy, despite the joy.

I do not doubt my love for him. I doubt the timing. Is it correct? I am afraid to pray lest I hear the answer.

I sit like a child on the beach, silently watching, praying to God the tide will not come in and swallow his sandcastle. Maybe I'm just PMS-ing.