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…