He Thought I Would Always Wait Novels & Stories

He stood there for a moment, gazing out at the city lights, his back to Kayla. "It's funny," he said, his voice barely audible above the soft music. "I always thought that if I just waited long enough, you would see me. You would realize that I'm the one who's always been there for you, the one who will always be there for you. But I guess I was wrong."

Emotion. A man who did not hold himself back. A man I had waited years to see. For so long, I had believed that if I was patient enough, if I was good enough, that man would become mine. That he would look at me that way again. But he never did. And I could not spend the rest of my life waiting for something that might never return. For far too long, I had been the one waiting. Waiting for attention. Waiting for affection. Waiting for love that never seemed to come freely.

"Why did you wait for me for so long? Didn't you ever think about loving someone else? Starting another relationship?" Cassian gently cupped his cheek. "Not even once." He smiled softly. "Waiting for you was a beautiful journey in itself." "Why?" "Because I believed you loved me even more than I loved myself." His crimson eyes softened. "And because I knew you'd come back to me someday." "What if I never remembered?" "What if I never came back?" "Then I would've spent the rest of my life living with the memories you left behind." For a moment, Aiden said nothing.

I looked down at my phone again, my thumb hovering over his name even though I knew calling again wouldn’t change anything. “He’ll call back,” I said, even though I wasn’t completely sure. “Maybe,” he replied. “Or maybe he won’t.” I didn’t like that answer, but I didn’t argue with him either. “He will,” I said. He studied me for a moment before standing up. “Or you could stop waiting and go fix it yourself,” he said. I didn’t move. I already knew what that would mean, and I wasn’t ready to do it. He sighed quietly.

For a long moment neither of us said anything, the city lights scattered below us indifferent to the particular unraveling happening in this small office. "I used to think patience was my best quality," he said, finally, not turning around. "I've waited months for you without ever once making you feel cornered by it. I still believe in that. But I'd be lying if I said the waiting didn't cost me something too."

"But I'm not afraid anymore." "Good." "I'm not ready to be with you. Not yet. I still need time." "I know." "But I want to try. I want to see if there's something there. Something real." "I want that too." I smiled. "Then wait for me." "I will," he said. "I'll always wait for you."

I let myself get drowned. "I didn't give up... and I will never give up on you. I waited for this, how can I waste the chance? I can wait even if it takes forever. You're worth the wait. Always..." he whispered between our kiss. And for the second time around, with the same person, I let myself fall again.

"I was longing for you. I yearn for you." His thumb cares my cheeks. "Do you regret splitting ways with me? Do you really trust me? Did you wait?" "I always does..." "I knew what exactly what they did to you. I just can't complain because I was hurt you said I am no good. I never really expect something... nevertheless. I am still seating in the ledge watching you, waiting for you to call me." "Y-You waited?!"

or did he really spent the night waiting for me, even though he wasn't sure if I would actually come? I thought to myself, and it made my heart and body keep on trembling like some kind of egg, but I really didn't blame myself, cause...cause I had really did concluded that I would never get to see him again, so all this?...all this looked like some kind of dream I would just wake up from "God..."

Not a single one. I felt like the worst person on earth. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” he sniffled, his voice cracking. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve given up on you. My door is never closed to you. No matter the time of day or night, no matter what storm I’m weathering—whether I’m at work, asleep, or dreaming—I’ll always be waiting for you,” he whispered, his voice soft yet unwavering. “I love you.” I love you too…..