I was waiting and waiting. I looked at the time five minutes ago and I knew he has already left work and it's making me all nervous tapping my foot, biting my lip, and rubbing my sweaty palms on my sweats to keep them dry.
Why was I so nervous? This is Josh. I've been with him for five years. I know him so I shouldn't be this nervous to talk with him.
But it feels like I don't know him anymore. If I wasn't feeling so tired and the added weight I would be pacing right now so I stick to biting my fingernails.
The sound of knocking interrupted my thoughts. I was relieved that the chain to all that negativity was finally broken but it had jerked my nerves making me more nervous about this meeting seeing that he's outside the door some feet away from where I am sitting on the couch.
I stood in front of the door my thoughts running more than it was before he came. Reluctantly I opened the door stepping aside to let him in.