I Wait And I Will Keep Waiting

Every time, every knock gives me a hope. I pretend that I am strong and yet get affected by the butterflies in my stomach. The bar raises making my hopeful every single time, however it does ring a bell saying keep your feelings behind the line. I know I am going to be fine but the ticks of time sets in and pinches my mind. 

It’s nothing wrong to be hopeful however it questions my presence which hurts my personality the most. Was I talking too much? Was I smiling too much? Did I share too much? These questions keep pondering and hurts me too much. 

Argh! I am not waiting for anyone anymore. I just wanted a companion for little more. A little dance a little talk a laugh to set the mood right. But I didn’t know everyone is already so flaky and tight! 

Well, it starts with self questioning and ends with a little more hatred and after sometime I am again on the same line, a little more dreaded. I wait and I will keep waiting till I know I was right and it means something!