You kept waiting for the right moment

It didn’t feel like the right time.

Not yet.

There was always something slightly off.

The timing.

The setting.

The way things were.

So you waited.

For things to settle.

For it to feel clearer.

For a moment that made more sense.

And it seemed reasonable.

There’s no point rushing something that matters.

Better to wait until it feels right.

Until everything aligns the way it should.

So you gave it time.

Days passed.

Then more.

The thought stayed with you,

but the moment never fully arrived.

There were chances.

Small openings where it could have happened.

But they didn’t feel perfect.

So you let them pass.

It didn’t feel like losing anything at the time.

Just postponing.

Just waiting a little longer.

But slowly, without noticing,

the distance grew.

Not between you and something specific —

but between the idea

and the moment it could have existed in.

And at some point,

you stop waiting.

Not because it finally happened.

But because it no longer feels close enough to reach.

It’s strange how something can stay with you for so long

without ever becoming real.

Not because you didn’t care.

But because you were waiting

for a version of the moment

that never actually comes.