It seems we spent an awful lot of our childhood waiting. Maybe it’s an essential part of being a kid. We waited in line, we waited our turn, we were told to wait until we were asked. We had to wait until someone bigger or older got something for us. And sometimes it was really hard to be patient waiting for Christmas or your birthday, but you had to. Waiting is part of powerlessness, poverty, littleness. Perhaps we thought that when we grew up, with a car and some money, we’d be able to call the shots, we’d be big and we wouldn’t have to wait anymore. But soon and much better, with friendship and love, waiting became expectation, hope, attentiveness and sometimes a fluttering heart. For when you’re waiting for someone you love, the waiting is worth it, the waiting itself is delicious; desire trumps the tedium, desire lets us embrace the powerlessness that’s always part of loving someone. That’s when the waiting, the desire becomes itself possession. It’s always worth wa...