There are two types of waiting. There's waiting for
something you know is
coming, sooner or later--like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the
school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And
then there's waiting for something you don't know is
coming. You don't even know what it is exactly, but
you're hoping for it. You're imagining it and living your
life for it. That's the kind of waiting that makes a fist in
your heart.