Waiting

I come online and I wait... and wait... and wait. Seconds turn to minutes, and minutes turn to hours. I wait. 

Until finally I see a green dot next to your name. Finally you're online! 

Now what?

Sometimes I want to text you, sometimes I don't. But whether I want to or not, I cannot. "Stop texting", "Stop talking to me"; how many times have you broken my heart? You had so unceremoniously brought our connection to an end - love, friendship, whatever it was. 

I can no longer text you.

"Just leave him for some time," my friends advised.

I have no choice but to do that.

I sit here and wait for you to come online, just to see that green dot next to your name. But I'll never text you. Instead, I brood over the past, the days when you and I were friends, when we talked so much and I had so much fun. 

Sometimes it hurts, seeing you online. It hurts so much to see that green dot next to your name that I go offline.

Will you ever text me? Will you ever see my worth? Will you ever come around? I already know the answer to all this, yet I wait anyway, clinging to some false hope. 

And the worst torture I could inflict upon myself is the waiting.

The hardest part about waiting is you never know how long you'll be standing here. You never know if it will be for a while, or forever. 

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This is just a sad little piece of writing... I think the setting is pretty easy to understand. Tell me what you think in the comments!