The waiting game.

It's all good. We're adults. 
It is obvious that we would like to see each other again, soon, now, immediately.
But, well, there's this game, you see.
The waiting game.
Not sure who invented it. Or why, to be honest.
It's nerve wrecking game. At least for me it is. Remember, my patience issues.
So, yes, basically there's this waiting for the next move.
For a contact. 
A word. A wave. A smile. A text. A something. A sign of life.
Guys are always so busy. 
And girls always wait. At least I did.
Too afraid to text him. Not to look like I'm desperate.
Or to jinx it all. 
Maybe ... maybe ... hm ... something happened from the last time until now. Something that changed his mind. <insert panic mode>
Naah, he was totally charmed by me. <insert smug smile remembering the kisses and the look in his eyes>
But, nevertheless, somehow, not planning or wanting to, I'm still waiting.
I know this game all too well. One would thought has learned the lesson.
One is still learning.
So, what now.
Nothing, go to sleep. 
Have a good talk to yourself. 
Remember, no expectations, no planning, no scenarios. You oughta learned that lesson. 
No?
Still planning? Well, it's not quite planning, it's daydreaming. 
Tomejto tomato.
Stop it. Seriously. Stop it. 
<can't hear you. na na na na. can't hear you>
Oh. 
Well, let's go to bed. Try to sleep. Try to empty the mind. 
Void.
Void sounds great.
Waiting.
Oh well.