She loves him.
Her heart mutters it.
Her soul whispers it.
But she could never utter those words, because she knows him. That was not something he wanted to hear. He was not ready, and slowly, she started to realize, maybe Harvey is never going to be ready, not really.
But still Donna waited.
She could be patient.
Very patient.
So she waited, waited and waited.
Tens years of her life, of her brilliant youth come and go like a grain of sand drifting in the blowing wind.
They say that love is an ocean wide.
How wise. How true.
She is trapped in the sea named DESPAIR. The water , as black as the night and as wide as the sky, streched on and on and she could never see the land.
Sometimes she asked herself, for what?
All these endless suffering, anxiety, and turmoil - she endures them, like the most pious priest, hoping that one day, God will grant her happiness.