I hate that feeling.

That feeling when you’re expecting something from a person. That feeling that you know and he knows that he likes you, he adores you, he has something special for you, but yet he doesn’t make any move.




So you’re right there, waiting for him to ask you. Waiting for him to be ready. But not having any assurance that you’re waiting for something. So in the end, when you don’t get what you’ve expected, you’ll be left hurt, in pain and shattered.