I’ve liked someone for what feels like forever. Over time, there have been moments — subtle looks, long conversations, a lingering touch — that made me believe they felt something too. But nothing has ever actually happened. We stay in this strange in-between space where everything feels charged but nothing progresses.
I’ve quietly turned down chances with others because I kept thinking this was just a matter of time. But time keeps passing, and I’m stuck in the same place. I can’t tell if I’m being patient for something meaningful, or if I’m just waiting for a story that only exists in my head.