Slowly but surely, My patience is waning. I beg of you: listen – Please do – to yourself. “You are… thirty-three; I am […]. “You are… far too sweet; I am far too broken. “You are… there, in […], but I live in […]. “You are… still quite single, but I have been married.” “It's clear we are not “On the same page at all, “And I don't want to hurt you “By leading you on.” I wish to be your age, for age does not matter. I wish to be broken; I'll learn to mend with you. I wish to be there — or wherever you are. I wish to be married. It's all up to you! It's clear I have waited Too long to ask this: Would it hurt you to write A page I could be on?