5 minutes.

5 minutes.
5 minutes in front of the computer screen every night with those kinds of overwhelming emotions that can not be described.
5 minutes typing and deleting, typing and deleting. Cos all she has is 5 minutes.
5 minutes smiling all to herself.
5 minutes to remind herself again that those feelings of wanting something so badly knowing you can not have it, is not going away, it just gets worse by the day. Every time she tried to tell herself "no, it can't possibly get any worse than this", it just did.
5 minutes.
Still, she waits, hoping it would magically turn into something more than just that "5 minutes".



Wanting.
Needing.



Maybe accepting is the only answer.

"Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong

And she's all alone "

Seven Years - Norah Jones.