Romans & histoires I'll Wait

Inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Well, can you? Because if you can, then I will be glad to wait no matter how long it would take as long as I am sure that you are coming. But you have to make sure that I can meet the actual you though. I don't wanna waste my breath and my time for waiting over nothing. I want to make it worth it because I've had enough pain to wait for nothing. Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be

When she saw me talking to Mom's headstone, her voice was sharp with impatience. "Why waste your breath talking to a headstone? You think she can hear you? What a waste of time." If I'd caught the impatience in her eyes sooner, maybe I could've spared Mom this indignity. Night had fallen by the time I got home, but the lights on the first floor were still on. Dad had spent the day quashing the rumors about my parentage, and I figured he was waiting up to hear what I planned to do next. As I stepped through the door, an unfamiliar figure caught my eye.

Elita Once again in life, I am forced to realize that waiting is the hardest thing to do. Waiting for someone is like dragging your body over a bed of nails. It is slow. It is painful. It does not kill, but it leaves me writhing. Time stretches, moving too slow, making every breath feel heavy, every heartbeat feel too slow. The worst part of it? Not knowing if they are even coming back, or if I am waiting for nothing, or if I should do something instead of just…sitting around and waiting.

"But now, she has left, and I'm the one who is by your side. You have never said her name to me again, so I guess you must have let her go, and that's why you chose to stay with me, right? Even though you still don't want to make our relationship public, it's alright. I can wait. I'll wait until the very day you feel it's right. Whether it's three years, five years, or ten years, as long as you have me in your heart, I can keep waiting for you. "Do you think I'm really silly? From as far back as we can remember, we have always been by each other's side. Since my life started with you, I really hope that when I reach the end, the one by my side is still you, to

His voice is now loud and that makes me stop to look at him annoyingly. Now I can't make love to my fiancé? He seems to read my mind because, "I want us to wait." What?! "Wait for what?" I'm now straddling his lap with a sad face on. I need to feel him in me, why won't he understand? "For our wedding night" He says with a serious face making me laugh. "We don't even know when that's going to be." I swear the Lord is trying me today. "We'll figure it out baby.

Clad in a haute couture black suit, Jason stood at the door to welcome the guests, his face slightly pale. He kept glancing at the entrance from time to time. He was waiting for Charlotte. Susan wore a red gown. She hooked her arm around Jason's and flashed a bright smile. "Jason, will Charlotte actually come? If she's here, should I leave?" "It's fine." Jason adjusted his cuff, his gaze determined. "If she comes, it means that she's admitted to her mistake. So, I'll let this slide."

[Alice, my flight leaves early the day after tomorrow. Alice Harrison replied instantly: [Finally! You made the right choice. Screw the long wait. Once you're in Phaelis , I'll introduce you to every hot French guy I know.] I looked at the screen and smiled faintly.

Forget. "I will wait for you, Élianor. I will always wait for you. I waited six years. I will wait six more. I will wait my whole life if I have to. Because you are the only one. The only one I ever wanted. The only one I ever looked for. The only one I ever waited for. The only one I will always love. No matter what happens. No matter what you do. No matter what you say. No matter what you choose. I will wait for you. I will always wait for you. Because I love you. Because I have never loved anyone but you. Because I will never love anyone but you. Because you are the only one. The only one. The only one."

I remained still. And I waited. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

” I typed, wiped my sweaty forehead with the back of my palm then hit send. I waited and waited… and waited… and waited. I missed my class and the next one, still staring at my email, reloading it every second, waiting… Time for work passed, yet I still waited… I was glued to the position, waiting for a response yet nothing… Still, I waited. ***