There are two types of waiting.
There's the waiting you do 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 the 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.