Had a thought these days….is it everything about the waiting?

I am sure you know the feeling: we want desperately to achieve someting, we dream about it, we fight for it, we try, we hope and once we’ve got it, we’re not pleased, it’s never enough…or it’s too late.

But the waiting was intense, so what could have gone wrong?

Some say the waiting takes too much, some say it’s the key, it’s the desire that we need in order to keep moving, I even heard a lover saying that he loves the waiting, it’s then that he loves his girlfriend more, more than when he sees her. I heard a girl saying those words exactly. She needs the missing to realise that she’s in love.

As for me: