It's Like I Waited My Whole Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

I’m a grown who has grown needs and desires. My heart is beating a thousand times faster. I feel like it’s going to explode any moment if I don’t see them anywhere. I had been waiting in the airport for someone to pick me up, searching for any sign of the guys, but nothing. It’s been over thirty minutes and still I can’t see a trace of them.

Because waiting was killing me. And I was done waiting.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"But this isn't the end. It's never the end." I'd wait. I was good at waiting. I'd waited years already, what was a little longer?

We love you. I hold the page close to my chest and take a few steadying breaths. I can hardly wait. It feels like the world all around me is still spinning while I'm rooted to the spot, waiting for my turn to rejoin the rest of them. Some days it feels like I'll never leave this damned place. But I know that can't be true. Nothing lasts forever, not good moments or bad ones. This I've experienced firsthand.

And for the first time— It doesn't feel like it's waking. It feels like it's waiting.

he said. "It feels like I've been waiting for this forever," I gasped. "Like this is the only thing that makes sense."

"Not me." "But you let her into your life. You let her into your space. While I was here, waiting, telling myself you would call." I shook my head. "I waited two years, Eden. Two years before I accepted that waiting was the same as disappearing." He said nothing for a long moment. The music from inside the hall drifted out through the walls, something slow, something sad. I recognized it without wanting to. Little Do You Know. Of all the songs.

"Together." "Together." The wind blew. The stars watched. The world kept turning. And somewhere out there, my mother was waiting. For me to live the life she never could.

I answer him. Apart from me, who could describe how difficult and disappointing waiting could be. Who could describe how disappointing and tiring waiting could be? But even after waiting for so long, I had never given hope. Even after it was tiring like hell, I had never given up on him. But I don't what has my waiting brought upon me. Whether it has brought me happiness or is it the disappointment that I am not being able to describe at all. "Have you ever waited for someone?" he asks me.