āAm I in love?āyes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesnāt wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The loverās fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.ā
ā Roland Barthes, A Loverās Discourse: Fragments


















