I'm on a plateau. I can choose to fall off the edge or soar above it. I don't know what's worse. Moving on or staying still. Sometimes I'm just sitting here waiting.Not sure what's next, what to expect.Yes, I want that too. I want to be married and pregnant by the time I'm thirty. But that's not going to happen. So I'll sit here and pretend I don't feel this sadness. I'm living the life. I have everything I've ever wanted. I'm not struggling with anything. I'm not alone or poor or over-worked. I texted him saying 'Let's run away together' and I expected doubts. But I was given a choice and now I don't know what to do with it. I'll just sit here on my plateau, dangling my feet over the edge, waiting.