Waiting On Him Quotes Novels & Stories

I saw him slowly closing his eyes. Diego is really a great man, and I don't know what to do. He's been waiting for me for how many years and yet here he is still waiting for me.

“No. It’s something that I need to tell you face-to-face” One thing about me is that I hate waiting. When you tell me something like that, then you make me wait before you tell me what you want to say, it usually wreaks havoc inside me. I’ll spend the entire duration overthinking and coming up with scenarios that may not be true. “Can’t you just tell me? I hate waiting.” “I know, but this will have to wait.” He pauses, and I hear other voices on his end. “I have to go. Take care; we’ll talk when I get back.”

“Not yet. Just… hear me out. Let me speak when I need to. Let me show up, even if you don’t say a word. Let me show you that I'm going to be there by your side, and not because I pitied you, not because I felt sorry for you, but because I want to be by your side. And one way or the other, I want you to want me back.” I stayed still. He didn’t touch me. He just stood there. Waiting. “That's the one chance that I'm asking from you for a moment. Just a moment where you can think about trusting me. After that, once that moment is over, he can make your final judgment.”

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.

He simply held the position and waited. I looked at him across the lamp. The grey at his temples and the set of his jaw and the quality behind his eyes that I had noticed in the formal meeting room and could now name more precisely. It was not just weariness. It was the look of a man who had been waiting for a specific thing and was not yet sure he had received it. "Why did it matter," I said. "What brought me here?" He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I was waiting to see if you would ask for her or for the cause."

--- Journal Entry: Hearts in Waiting He told me he'd wait. And for some reason, those three words undid me more than any grand confession ever could. Lucas didn't vow a rescue mission. He didn't press for a timetable. He just stood beside the truth I wasn't yet able to tell, and chose to stay anyway. Love, real love, doesn't rush. It waits. It listens. And tonight, I finally started to believe I might be worthy of it.

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

Chatting with Denny, he scribbled through his cellphone. Richard Dale: Is he coming or not? Dennysaur: Just wait for him, patience is a virtue, Richard. He's just probably got stuck in the traffic. Richard Dale: I've been waiting for hours and I still have so many things to do at home. Dennysaur: Just wait, don't be so stubborn or you'll lose your chance to finding a solution in your problem. Richard Dale: I'm nervous though! Dennysaur: That's normal. Just keep it cool when he arrives.

"Open those stubborn eyes of yours. We’re all waiting for you." The only answer was the quiet hum of the flames and the steady beating of his heart as the night dragged on.

"Now wait here." "Wait for what?"