The absence of the line

It was an emotional night last night as we watched the time travellers wife and tried to will that second pink line into existance.

I was, as I predicted, heartbroken. He held me as I cried and told me to get back to myself. Run, work, do all the things you did before and be patient. We both laughed at that last part. Me? Patient? I would have to classify patience as one attribute in life i do not possess. It might even be my fatal flaw.

We're young, he assured me, and it will happen. When it does we will both be elated.

I am running this evening. I will concentrate on the sound of my feet hitting the pavement, my breath in the cold. I will get back to expelling all this extra energy. I have to.

patience, grasshopper.