Waiting…

…S’hard, innit?

I remember when I first met my partner, waiting for him to text back was always… oh, what would a genius call it? Half agony, half hope? Something like that. And, to be clear, my lovely Panda was never one of those arseholes who waits three hours purposefully to keep you on your toes. If I asked him a question, I knew he’d reply. Maybe not right away, because he had a job, but he would always reply.

It’s one of the reasons I moved in with him.

But even so, waiting for that reply was hard, because I wanted to know what he thought, I wanted to hear from him, I wanted his attention and I wanted to give him mine…

So, like, when you’re waiting for something you really want, that gives you butterflies to think of it… waiting is the hardest thing.

Unrelated, I’m sure, but I’m supposed to get my line edits from my editor any day now.