Dear Woman Who Waits : A Silent Soliloquy

 

There is a kind of silence that lives in the lives of certain women.
It is not the silence of peace.
It is the silence of waiting,
waiting for a message that does not come,
a promise that always feels just around the corner,
a man who never truly arrives.

I have watched women  become the other woman.
Not the seductress that society vilifies,
but kind, intelligent, lonely women
who slipped into something that started softly—
a conversation, a shared glance, a moment of vulnerability.

In Between,

The stolen moments, the leaning in, the attention, the warmth.
In between keeping it casual, the coffees, the road trips,
in between the midnight calls and half-kept promises,
The heart misplaces its boundaries.

They did not set out to fall.
But they did.
Not for a man, but for the idea of being chosen.
And that is where the heartbreak begins.

Being “the other woman” is often a role written in secrecy,
wrapped in half-truths and tethered to invisible strings.
You learn to celebrate quietly.
To grieve silently.
To live in the margins of someone else's story,
hoping that one day, you will be written into the main plot.

It is a hard place to live.
Because it is full of “almosts” and “maybes” and “not yets.”
Because even when affection is present,
it comes with conditions.
With calendars you cannot touch,
birthdays you cannot celebrate,
introductions that never happen.

And still, these women love.
With full hearts. With trembling hope.
They love deeply, and then quietly question themselves for it.
They carry shame that does not belong to them.
They apologize for wanting more.

But here is what I know—
wanting more is not a crime.
Desiring love that is whole, present, and unhidden
is not asking for too much.
It is asking for the bare minimum.

So to every woman who has waited in the shadows—
who has turned her phone face down so she doesn’t watch the clock,
who sits in the back rows of his life instead of at the table—
I see you.

You deserve more.
You deserve to be loved in the open,
to be someone’s first choice, not their best-kept secret.
To be spoken of, not whispered about.

This is for the women who are learning to speak their truth,
for the woman who has given more than she had,
and for the one who is finally realizing she deserves more.
Not to wait for a man’s attention,
but for her own life to unfold fully.

Step out of the shadows,
into the light of your own love story—
one where you are seen, heard, and chosen—
not because you waited,
but because you dared to claim your space.

With loads of love and understanding 

💗💗💗

 Njeri