Wait...never again...

‘Ow shoot! She’s gonna kill me.’

The black leathered table clock showed me 7.45 a.m. translation: Late again! Hate myself for this. Always make people had to wait for me. I’m helpless. Abruptly I got up off my bed, took my towel, took my toiletries and off to the bathroom.

‘Sorry...’

That was all I could say to her. I know sorry was never enough to make her feel better. I made her wait for me, almost everyday. I made everybody wait for me, all the time. No one ever made me have to wait as much as I do. I know that.

One day, while we were walking to the bus, she said something to me. I was surprised. But mostly I was touched.

‘What time did you wake up every day?’, she asked me, suddenly.

‘Urm, I don’t know. Sometimes I woke up early, sometimes late. Depends’, not knowing what to expect, I managed a smile.

‘Well, you need to do something about your time management.’ She said, calmly.

‘I know.’ That was all I could say. I was very embarrassed. But I wasn’t surprise much about that. I know someday somebody will say that to me. And the day has come. Today was the day.

‘If you need my help, in anyway at all... just tell me’.

At that moment, I realized how lucky I am. How lucky I am to have this girl as my friend. She is somebody I need to keep. She’s my friend. A great one. I almost cried.

For the rest of the day, I kept saying to myself, something needs to be done. I can’t be this person anymore. I’m not a little girl anymore. I need to change.

On the next day, still, I made her wait. Again. I didn’t know about her, but I was disappointed. With myself. I couldn’t believe I failed. I hated myself for making her wait for me. Though, I was never going to give up.

So, on the day after, I woke up early. It was Wednesday. I was early. For the first time of months, I was waiting for her instead. It was a big victory for me, personally. I was proud of myself. The waiting was annoying. I kept wondering where she was. My tiny phone was on my hand. Every second I feel like dialling her. Wanted her to hurry. Serves me right. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this to others. I was amazed with their patience. I hated having to wait, but at the same time, I made people wait for me. I hated myself. I was horrible. Unforgivable.

For those people who I made you wait, i’m truly sorry. It will never happen again.

Iman.