He Thought I Would Always Wait Novels & Stories

“God knows how much I waited for this moment to happen. I won’t lose you again.” I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down from my eyes. After everything that he’s shown me when I got back, I’ve never realized that he’s waiting for me to come back again. I’ve always thought he wanted me gone from his life. I’ve always thought that he wouldn’t take me back again. But hearing him tell me how much he’d waited for me to be back to his life again, I don’t know how to think straight anymore. Like I’ve always dreamed of, I want us. I still want us to happen. I still want us to be together for a very long time—even until the time when love’s the only thing that we know.

I shouted at him, remaining to turn my back to him. I heard him sadly begin to leave my bedroom. I turn around. He too turns around as he opens the door wiping away his tears. I watch him as tears streak down his streak. "Remember you will always have a place within my heart, and I will be waiting for you whenever you decide to take me back. I don't care how long it is, I will wait forever for you," he told.

(QURAN 2:285) And he had kept his promise but I was never meant to, from the start. "Call me, okay? I am here in the city for another day, but I'll come back right away when you call me. Take your time to think things through and let me know when you're ready. Okay?" He questioned but I could only stare at him unblinking. He kept standing in front of me for a while longer, in anticipation of my response but when nothing came, he turned away, gulping down the unsaid words. ''You know that I am not going to wait for you. Right?''

My mind is cluttered with so many thoughts, sometimes making me want to stay still and not think at all. I wish to lock myself in this room and stop thinking about him, but how can I do that when he occupies my mind and heart every day, every minute, every second? "Where are you, Eli?" I whisper, embracing myself as I lie curled up. For four years, I have waited for him, hoping he would return if I opened my eyes wide enough. Yet, for four long years, he has kept me hanging, never coming back to my side, still making me wait.

He finally says it. I bite my lower lip as I feel my heart skipping a beat and this pounding sound begins to beat as if it was a drum. “I am still having my high hopes up for us.” He adds. Me too. Me too, Milo. Me too. I wanted to say it. God, I wanted to say those words but I need to think it through if it is what I really want. “Only time will tell.” I responded. "I know." He answers back. "I am always here, waiting for you."

nostalgic. “So,” he said after a moment. “No news on him, huh?” I didn’t have to ask who he meant. I just shook my head slowly. “No.” Nate sipped his coffee. “I always knew you loved him. Even back then. When you’d wait after shifts, just in case he showed up.” I swallowed thickly, looking out the window. “Still waiting?” he asked gently. I turned to him; his expression was soft, hopeful. But I saw it coming even before he asked.

"You were stubborn, yes. But you've always had a warm heart underneath." My breath hitched. "I didn't want to live without you," he said. "I didn't know how to. But I couldn't die, either. Not when I thought there was even the smallest chance you'd remember and come back to me." His words cut through me brutally, making my heart ache for him and for us. "I waited," he whispered. "I waited even when everyone told me to let you go." I turned my face towards his shoulder, breathing him in. Gods, his scent...it tugged at something buried deep within me.

I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around the fabric. Because I knew one thing for certain— No matter how long it took, I *would* wait for him. Even if it meant staring into the darkness alone. Even if it meant facing the storm without him. I would wait. Because he was worth it. All of him. Even the parts that belonged to the shadows.

"Give me time. Let me think. Let me understand what I want, what I can, what I dare. Leave me, please. Leave me." He says nothing. He does nothing. He stays there, in front of me, watching me, waiting for me, hoping. And I know. I know he will wait. He will always wait. He will wait as long as it takes. He will wait until I'm ready, until I stop being afraid, until I stop doubting, until I stop running. He will wait for me to come back to him, to take his hand, to say yes. To finally say what I've never said to anyone, what I've never dared say to anyone, what I've never known how to say to anyone. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I imagined holding him, feeling the weight of everything lift for just a moment, and then letting it crash back down once more. Sleep came fitfully, shadows and thoughts chasing each other across my mind. And somewhere in the dark, I made a silent promise to myself. No matter how long he stayed away, no matter how heavy the silence, I wouldn’t break. I wouldn’t crumble. I would wait. I would survive. And if he came back… I would be ready.