I Missing You Waiting For You Novels & Stories

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

But maybe this is still not the right time. Please always remember that I love you very much. Missing you every day, my one and only. - Infinity

“ You're the light, you're the night You're the color of my blood You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much,” “Cause I've never been so high Follow me through the dark Let me take you past the satellites You can see the world you brought to life,” “So love me Like you do, l-l-love me Like you do Love me Like you do, l-l-love me Like you do Touch me Like you do, t-t-touch me Like you do What are you waiting for?” I closed my eyes and started humming the song. “Waiting for you” He replied, and I opened my eyes, meeting his eyes.

He deliberately left something out. Like, “I love you.” He didn’t text it. But I heard it. F: Bye. ‘Waiting for you.’ J: Bye. ‘Wait for me.’

Exactly where your next target was supposed to be. oh yeah, you guessed it. Oh, love, I'm waiting. Come soon. your time starts now. And your wife is too beautiful. I am waiting. ~ TB ' _________________

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 turned the words over in my head. Not "I miss you too.". Not 'I can’t wait to see you." Just—That. I forced a small smile he couldn’t see. “Okay…”I said, brighter than I felt. “I hope everything goes well,” I added quickly. “With getting her back.” “It will.” Again, short, cold, distant. The line went quiet again. I swallowed. “I can’t wait to see you.” I tried again. A beat. Then his response. “Yeah.”

Maya was at work when her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. She almost ignored it. Spam, probably. The usual nonsense. But something made her look. Someone is still waiting for you. She stared at the words. Her heart stopped. Then raced. Then stopped again. She read it three times. Four. Five. Someone is still waiting for you. No name. No context. Just those six words. She looked around the office. Everyone is working. Normal. No one is watching.

Underneath it, a single line: [He told everyone you're just his assistant. I stared at that photo for a long time, then flipped my phone face-down on my lap. I suddenly remembered my mother, holding my hand on her deathbed. "Vera, don't waste your life on someone who makes you wait. Your father made me wait ten years, and in the end he left with that other woman. I don't want that for you." I'd held her hand and promised I wouldn't. But now I was sitting in the back of a cab, and I didn't even know where I was going.

“Where you shouldn’t be. You need to leave. People still need you.” Brooklyn shook her head. Her mother was speaking in riddles and it was confusing her like nothing else. “Think of who you’re leaving behind. If you didn’t wake up, who would miss you?” Brooklyn’s first thought was Landon. The last thing she remembered, he was heading back home to shift for the full moon. The sad truth was that he was truly her only friend at the moment that she felt was worth living for. Her thoughts soon became more prevalent as the desire to see him again burned in her. She needed to see him, to touch him again.