Waiting On Someone Quotes Novels & Stories

yet not wanting to postpone i chose to ping the msg and wait for her reply. * i'm sorry for being late for this * * i haven't moved on yet* i hit the send button and saw the one tick means the message was successfully delivered. a moment passed and the screen was still the same. * i haven't moved yet from my past relationship* added further hoping that she won't get perplexed about what i was saying. my eye balls came out when i saw the blank ticks turning into double blue ticks. She is online and reads my messages. Wait, didn't she sleep yet ? my heartbeats increased when i saw 'typing' instead of online. *typing*

I couldn't do anything. "Who is this?" His voice, so crystal clear, now spoke into the phone. Everything I felt rushed into my barely beating heart, waiting for it to stop with this overflowing feeling. The creek was so vivid as he spoke, the coffee shop blocked my senses just by hearing his voice, and the sound of our shoes against the cobblestone padded its way into my vulnerable ears. He was waiting. Waiting for my response. Waiting patiently. But I couldn't give him one, I couldn't.

I'll be waiting, whether you send word or not. There's no signature. There doesn't need to be one. I already know exactly whose pale gold eyes are waiting behind those words.

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

Lara was about to pounce on Dana even though she was driving. Waiting for your call, I’m waiting for you... winter blooms or spring blossoms, I’m still waiting for you to turn around and see me standing still ...... Lara’s phone began to ring. She cut the call without even looking thinking it was the scum. Waiting for your call, I’m waiting for you... winter blooms or spring blossoms, I’m still waiting for you to turn around and see me standing still ...... It didn’t seem to give up. “Ah!” Lara scratched her head in annoyance and picked the call

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."

He read it and nodded. I sent it. The three of us sat in the particular silence of people waiting for a phone to respond, which is its own specific kind of tension, tight and anticipatory. Tasha drank her coffee. Alexander looked at his own phone, not really reading it. I stayed by the window with my phone in my hand. Forty seconds. Then the three dots that meant someone was typing. They stopped. Started again. Stopped. Then the message came through.

he said. "I don’t think I can wait," I replied. My phone buzzed again. I looked down. "If you hesitate, someone else will act." I looked up. Sean was already watching me. So was the man near the door. Laura. Mark. Nick. Everyone was waiting. My chest tightened as I looked back at the device. The light was steady now. Not chaotic, not unstable, just waiting. "For what?" I whispered. The answer came immediately. "For you," my father’s voice said. My hand hovered over the device again. This time not unsure, but not fully certain either, I took a slow breath. Then another, and then someone moved fast. I turned...Nick.

“I need time to think. I’ll set the terms once I’ve decided. Until then… pray harder.” And just like that, he walked away, leaving me speechless. Two Weeks Later All my life, I hated waiting. That’s why I’m always the last to show up when meeting friends. I can’t stand waiting for them, especially when they’re on Filipino time. But this? Is this waiting for Jazper’s call? It was like living inside a suspense movie, stuck on pause. Every day, I prayed harder. Every day, no message. No call. Even Romeo couldn’t believe it. He scolded me a dozen times. His own job was on the line because of me. Jazper’s assistant had grilled him about me repeatedly. Thankfully, they didn’t fire him. Yet.

"Ethan, I need to tell you something urgently." The words still sat there in my message thread, unanswered. The longer they remained unread, the heavier my chest felt. I hated this feeling — the waiting, the uncertainty. My thumbs hovered over the screen, contemplating whether to type something else. Maybe another line would show him how serious it was. Maybe a follow-up would get his attention. But before I could decide, my phone vibrated. "Hey babe. I’m kinda tied up with the conference prep. Can we talk tonight?"