Quotes On Waiting For Him Novels & Stories

Almost instantly, a message popped up: "Been waiting for you.” I froze, staring at the words. Waiting? For me? But... who?

“And maybe, if you’re patient a little longer, you could be more.” “I’ve waited years. I can wait a little longer.” He touched my face gently. “But Serena? I’m going to keep showing up. Keep bringing you flowers. Keep being here. Because you’re worth waiting for.” “Even though I’m a mess?” “You’re not a mess. You’re a masterpiece in progress.” He gestured to the venue. “Like everything you create. Beautiful because of the journey, not despite it.” Clara appeared with more champagne. “Am I interrupting?”

Edward called for a refill and he leaned backward in his seat, "Do you want an advice, based on a personal experience?" I looked back at him, noticing how his tone has turned somewhat serious now. I didn't say anything but he sensed my need for any type of advice because he carried on, "They say men never wait around, but let me get you in on new information," He took a sip of his drink, his eyes not on me but focused ahead, "It's the girl who never waits, so unless you wanna be thirty-something, coming back from a tiring flight to drink in a bar all alone," He looked back at me, "Go ahead now and try to move on," He requested, "Because the longer you wait, the harder it'll be to accept it."

He finally says it. I bite my lower lip as I feel my heart skipping a beat and this pounding sound begins to beat as if it was a drum. “I am still having my high hopes up for us.” He adds. Me too. Me too, Milo. Me too. I wanted to say it. God, I wanted to say those words but I need to think it through if it is what I really want. “Only time will tell.” I responded. "I know." He answers back. "I am always here, waiting for you."

"You should have left. You didn't know if I will come. Look, I was 32 minutes late. Why did you still wait for me?" He smiles. "You're right. I didn't know if you will come, but I still chose to wait. Because I don't want to regret it. Yeah, it's hard to wait for something you know might never happen, but it's even harder to give up when you know it's what you want." I was left speechless by what he said. Luckily, the food we ordered has arrived. It saved me. But, what does he mean by that? "Eat a lot," he tells me.

"We, this shit can never happen again." I took a step forward, my heart speeding as my fingers brushed against the edge of the desk. "Will you wait?" He looks stunned and confused, his brows drawing. "What?" I licked my lips, blowing out a breath through my nose. "Will you wait for me? For us? Until I am of age?" "Yes," he answered without hesitation. "It's fucking messed up how much I'll wait for you and I feel like a fucking pervert for waiting for you like a creep."

Everything was ready, the food was looking so appetizing and the whole wall was filled with the inscription "I'm sorry please give us another chance" I looked at myself in the mirror countless times making sure I looked good. Now it's time to await her arrival, one hour has passed so she'll be here from now on. I kept glancing at the door every moment waiting for her, one hour turned into two yet she's not here, three hours passed she's not yet here, I kept holding tightly onto the flower that I bought for her hoping she walks in through the door any moment from now Six hours yet she's not yet here, I'm still standing in the middle of the hall awaiting her, the door suddenly opened and I rai

I said how. He said Kade had asked him something three months ago that had made it clear and he had been waiting since. I said what did he ask. Dane said Kade had asked what it had been like to wait. To know what you wanted and hold it until the time was right. I looked at Dane. He looked back. "What did you tell him," I said. "I told him the waiting was worth it," he said. "If what you were waiting for was real." "And," I said.

"I will wait as long as it takes. Not because I am patient by nature, I am not particularly, but because what is on the other side of the waiting is worth the waiting." I looked at him even as his words rang in my ears again and again. I will wait as long as it takes. Not because I am patient by nature, I am not particularly, but because what is on the other side of the waiting is worth the waiting. My heart swelling, I looked at the man who had walked into a cemetery with a plan and had set the plan down somewhere around week three when I got up from a training mat without being told to. At the man who had cooked for me in his apartment and walked through a park without a destination and to

"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.