I hate uncertainty. Everyone has heard this story, like it, dislike it, wait for it. How afraid we are of loss, and we are so miserable that it is not because of the "rejection" itself, but because the point of strength on which the "expectation" relies has disappeared, so the heart that is handed out hangs in the air, and if you are not careful, it will fall down and shatter into irreparable wreckage.
I see the ending.
Concept: uncertainty and waiting