He Thought I Would Always Wait Novels & Stories

Should I give him an answer now? I sighed. “Is there a problem?” I sighed… again. “Enrique… “I’m sorry… What if… what if I still can’t give you an answer to your question?” Enrique smiled, “You know I told you I’d wait, right?” I nodded. “Kath. Focus on your healing, okay? I’ll just be here to wait,” he uttered as he wipes the tears away from my eyes. “You don’t have to worry if there’d be someone to wait for you, because I’ll always be here. And when the time’s finally right, I’ll be there. To meet you halfway.”

Maybe he won’t and if he doesn’t, he can’t find you ‘that one guy’ “I will think about it.” I say as I walk away. “I’ll be waiting there around 8.” He shouts but I ignore him.

None of that had ever bothered him before, but like boomerangs, each memory returned seemed to hit him, drawing blood. That was why even if 'I'll be right here waiting for you' was a single-sided promise—even if Tina deliberately made him wait for nothing—he did not leave. He stayed until midnight before quietly getting up and leaving the restaurant. As Andy drove and he sat in the backseat, his eyes were still glued to the chat log, his long fingers drafting and erasing drafts endlessly. There was so much he wanted to say, and he did not know where to begin. In the end, he only sent a solemn promise: [I will always be waiting for you, until you come back to me and give me a chance to make t

“No. It’s something that I need to tell you face-to-face” One thing about me is that I hate waiting. When you tell me something like that, then you make me wait before you tell me what you want to say, it usually wreaks havoc inside me. I’ll spend the entire duration overthinking and coming up with scenarios that may not be true. “Can’t you just tell me? I hate waiting.” “I know, but this will have to wait.” He pauses, and I hear other voices on his end. “I have to go. Take care; we’ll talk when I get back.”

“Don’t worry, Cadet. I’ll always be able to keep up with you.” My toes curl in my shoes and I lean back against him, swaying my hips in a figure eight against his body. Always, he said. I play it over and over in my mind as the night wears on, clinging to that one word and praying that he means it. Because I don’t think my heart can handle another rejection.

"Because if it had been worse." "It wasn't worse," he said. "I know," I said. "But it could have been and you would have done it anyway. I know you would have done it anyway." My voice was steady but only because I was making it steady and I was increasingly less interested in making it steady. "And I sat in that waiting room and understood that, and I understood something else at the same time." He was very still. "What?" he said. I looked at him. This man.

His breath hitched, his lips parting, but he didn’t move. That was enough for now. By night, he was restless again, pacing the apartment while I sat on the couch, tracking his every step. He stopped once, standing in the dim light of the lamp, his arms wrapped around himself like he was holding himself together. “You ruin everything,” he said softly. “Everything I thought I knew about myself.” I leaned back, spreading my arms over the couch. “Or maybe I’m the first thing that makes sense.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and he turned away quickly, retreating to his room. I let him. I didn’t need to chase. Not tonight. Because he would come back. He always would. And when he did, I’d be h

And I was left standing in the wreckage, holding onto the only truth I had left: I loved him. And I would wait for him. No matter how long it took.

The specific warmth of a person who has been believing something for a long time and is watching it arrive and is not hiding what that feels like. The reader had been waiting for it since Chapter 1. "I told you," he said. "Told me what?" I said. "That you were going to win this." I looked at him. I looked at the message. I looked at him again. "Yes," I said. "You did."

"I know this isn't what you want." He gave me a small, crooked smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Nothing about our lives is what I want right now, Alanza. But I meant what I told you. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to find your way back." The sheer honesty in his voice sent a chill through me. He would wait years if I asked him to. He would wait forever. That kind of devotion was terrifying because I wasn't sure if I was worth the wait.