Timing

It’s all about timing. But don’t ask me. I never get it right.

I’m either really early, or really late for meetings.

I proposed too late once, then too early the second time.

It’s all about timing.

I’m constantly impressed with other people who know the right thing to say at the right time. I somehow never get it right, even if my mind says I need to pretend to be that person who impressed me. (Is it who…or whom…? I don’t really care.)

I once told a girl I loved her. Too soon. I once had a girl leave me…I waited too long to say, “I love you.”

Compare that to a little sister I tell I love at the end of every casual conversation, when I really want to say is, “I think of you every day.”

It’s all about the timing.

It’s all about the timing.

So you’ll have to forgive me for never getting it right.

ADB