Angela White I Waited -

But I didn't. I waited.

I waited until the waiting turned into watching. And the watching turned into seeing. And seeing? Seeing is the end of love. angela white i waited

And now? Now you’re surprised. You stand there in the doorway, Angela White, looking like a photograph of something I used to love. You say, "I didn't think you had it in you." You say, "Why now?" But I didn't

I waited so I could learn the map of your excuses. I waited so that when you finally looked at me— really looked — I would have the evidence. I would have the receipts of every night you came home hollow, every "I'm tired" that meant "I'm tired of you," every touch that felt like a goodbye. And the watching turned into seeing