to me, this speaks quite an amount of different emotions: longing, pensive, thoughtful, overwhelmed, stressed, yearning... waiting. i don't know what to title it. suggestions/opinions would be wonderful.
Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
--The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
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