Feeling

So it was that she was waiting for him to call. Which meant she was doing all other things only to let time pass by- please save me the effort to sugarcoat this. A woman obsessed. Provoked by the silence she started leaving her mobile behind when going for walks and moving around in the house, only to quickly check the screen almost by accident. Having read plentiful in the selfhelp section, she knew she shouldn't do what she was doing, she, the pitiful, waiting for a guy.

'Don't put your life on hold,' her best friend advised her. Nevertheless, there she was, giving it all. And she didn't even care. She managed to sleep through the first two days, explaining her mom it were the effects of leaving behind her caffeine addiction. The third day she looked at her old bedroom walls, feeling comforted by the safe world of teenage posters. The fourth she distracted herself by alcohol and cigarettes, sparing an intervention with the coffee abstinence. The fifth day she googled his name. The sixth she started to wonder why the call was so important to her. So f*ing important. The last day she decided she couldn't find an acceptable, sensible reason for it at all.

A clear indication that some more waiting needed to be done.