He Thought I Would Always Wait Novels & Stories

He earns it even knowing that I may never be with him again. In fact, he has to believe I will never be with him again. That is the only way I could ever consider being with him again. I need to be strong enough to wait it out.

He was always promising there'd be a next time, but it never came. Thankfully, I no longer waited for him like I did before. I wouldn't give him another chance.

Other times, he stands a safe distance away. He's gone now, and I stare at the spot he stood seconds ago. He will be back. I know he will. And I will be at the windowsill, waiting for him.

I admitted “What a mess…” "Do you think you'll ever be able to do that?" he hugged me even closer "To decide?" "I don't know," I sniffed. "I don't know how long it might take." "That's not a problem for me." I could hear the smile in his voice "No matter how long you need... And no matter how long it takes... I'll wait." "That doesn't seem fair to you. You deserve better than spending your life waiting for me."

then it was. "They won't know what hit them," and later. “I’m just waiting for the right moment.” But honestly? What is the right moment? How many more right moments does one need before they realize they’re just scared? Just putting it off? I don’t know. I sighed and rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as if it had answers. “He talks so much,” I muttered to myself. “Always planning, always pacing… but what has he done?”

"For waiting. For not giving up on me. For seeing me when no one else did." He is quiet for a moment. Then he says, "I would have waited forever, Celestine. I would have waited until I was old and gray and maybe my adopted grandchildren asking me why I never married. I would have waited until the end of time if that was what it took. Because you are worth waiting for. You have always been worth waiting for." I cry a little more at that, but they are good tears.

Not dramatically. Not with noise or collapse. Just quietly, the way the truth arrives when you have finally run out of reasons to keep it waiting. He was mine. He had always been mine. And I had made him wait five years to be found.

"I know what you're going to say. You're going to say he needs time. You're going to say he's hurt and he's proud and he's stubborn and he'll come around. You've been saying it for days now." "And I still mean it." I looked at her. "Maybe," I said. "Maybe he'll come around. Maybe he'll call tomorrow. Maybe he'll call next week. Maybe he'll call next year." I stood up. "But I'm not going to sit here waiting for him. I've spent my whole life waiting for people. Waiting for my father to love me. Waiting for my mother to get better. Waiting for Sandra to slip up. Waiting for the truth to come out. I'm done waiting. I'm done waiting for a man who asked me to leave his house and then didn't call."

And somewhere under my ribs the claim that had survived ten years and a refusal in daylight and three days of silence was still awake, still certain, still waiting for the first crack in a quiet I was using as a weapon—and that was, I was beginning to understand, also using me. I did not send the message. I went home to the paintings on the walls and the empty side of a bed that had only held him once until morning, and I let the fourth day of his answer begin without me in it—without a car, without a time, without a door—only the watch, the wait, and the cold, precise faith that nothing he had said in my office could hold forever if the hold itself was still alive under his ribs, the way it

"You shouldn't think about me. Just study and have fun, and before you know it; it's over and you're back to being tangled in the sheets with me and waking up each morning to see this gorgeous face. " Despite the sadness that comes with the thought of leaving him, his words make me smile just like they always do and I nod before huddling against his chest again; moving as close as his body will let me. "I will wait, Ashley. Don't forget that. I will always wait for you. I'm always waiting for you. " "Right back at you. " I whisper in a tiny voice, before closing my eyes, and letting the peace that comes with his embrace take over.