Waiting Waiting. With anticipation. Will the ever present niggle of dread. How will it be tonight? Will he be pleased to see me? Will it be with the indifference I sensed in his voice in the earlier phone call. Was He being brisk and aloof because he was tired and in a car with other people or has he seen deep within my soul. Maybe I have done something wrong again. Maybe I wasn't bubbly enough, maybe he is afraid to face me because I will see the chill in his heart. I deserve to be loved. I am a nice person, well as nice as you can be in this world and I do deserve to be treated with a little kindness and respect. Please let tonight be good. Please let there be love and tenderness. Please let there be ease and companionship. Please let him see me as the person I am, the person he loves and not the problem to hide away from