Waiting

I like rushing, especially rushing to meet my friends or my family or anyone significant. I find rushing around increases the anticipation of meeting your friend, makes everything even extra exciting, extra doses of I look forward to meeting you/I miss you so much.
That's why people who are late disappoint me sometimes. Maybe they look forward just as much to meet me, but the wait just smoothen out any anticipation, douse the excitement.
I hate people who makes me wait.
But not as much as I hate myself for waiting.