Awaited Love

 

Silvia had always believed love was worth waiting for — until waiting began to feel like silence.

She met Simo in a season of her life when everything felt like a question. But he was an answer. His voice had calm. His texts had warmth. His presence, even from miles away, had weight. He noticed the small things — the nervous way she played with her fingers, the way her laughter slowed just before it disappeared. With Simo, she felt seen.

Their connection wasn’t loud. It was soft, steady, like the pages of an old book turning in a quiet room.

But slowly, the spaces between his words grew wider.

It started with missed good mornings. Then calls became rushed. Conversations lost their rhythm. Silvia, ever the hopeful heart, brushed it off. He’s probably busy… it’s just a phase… he still loves me, right?

But the truth sat heavy. She felt like she was fading in a story she helped write.

She didn’t want to be the girl who begged for attention, so she held back her texts, her long paragraphs, her calls. But inside, the silence was loud. She waited for him to notice. To reach out. To say, “Sil, I miss us.”

One evening, overwhelmed by everything she couldn’t say, Silvia sat down and wrote him a message — part confession, part question:

“I miss the way we used to be, Simo. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not us anymore. I don’t need grand gestures, just presence. Real presence. Do I still matter to you the way you matter to me?”

She never sent it.

Instead, she saved it in her drafts, stared at his last message from two days ago — just a “👍” to something heartfelt she’d said — and wondered if love was supposed to feel like guessing.

The next morning, her phone buzzed.

Simo: “Hey, I’ve been thinking about us. Can we talk tonight?”

Her heart leapt. But her mind hesitated.

Was this finally the moment? Or just another breadcrumb in a trail that led nowhere?

She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. She wanted to say yes. She also wanted to ask what changed? Most of all, she wanted to believe again.

And just like that, she was back in the waiting room of her own heart.