I wait.

It may not seem like it, the silence,

the instagram and facebook posts,

the tweets and retweets.

The hours I stare at your number on my contact list.

I am waiting.

I don’t know if ever there was pride attached to a girl waiting on a boy to make a move.

I don’t know who said it wrong for a girl to wait,

But a part of me sits, silent, restless, waiting…

Waiting for a sign, just a sign…a sign…

Oh, how I sigh…

I wait.