Couples

Iktsuarpok and 12 other words for the ache of waiting

Iktsuarpok, saudade, koi no yokan, mamihlapinatapei: thirteen foreign words for the wait of loving someone, where English leaves you alone at the window.

You set your phone face down on the table, and three minutes later you turn it back over. You hear the building code typed downstairs, and you check it isn't him, even though you know perfectly well his train hasn't left yet. English has no word for that. Twelve other languages do.

Someone, somewhere, told you this was a little too much. That people who are "okay with themselves" don't get up to look out the window when someone is on their way. The Inuit have a word for it, the Portuguese another, the Welsh a third. What follows are thirteen ways to name what you feel when someone is missing, or about to arrive, or when you're walking down the street thinking maybe that's him honking.

Waiting

1. Iktsuarpok

You get up to check the window even though you know he won't be there for another hour, you sit back down, you stand again, you walk back to look. In Inuktitut, this back-and-forth has a name: iktsuarpok, the restlessness of someone who keeps stepping outside to see if anyone is coming. (The Inuit sensed long before anyone else that waiting is a movement, not a stillness.)

2. Voorpret

Three days before he comes back, you're already mentally folding the couch so the two of you will fit. The Dutch call this voorpret, literally "pre-fun", the pleasure that comes before the pleasure and sometimes lasts longer than the thing itself. It may be the only joy in the world you can stretch by doing nothing at all.


Falling toward

3. Koi no yokan

You've met twice, nothing has happened yet, and already you know it's going to. Not right now, not in an hour: someday. In Japanese, koi no yokan (恋の予感) names the premonition of a love that hasn't arrived yet but is already on its way. It's the opposite of love at first sight: the calm certainty that something is preparing itself, and that you have nothing to force.

4. Forelsket

You're walking down the sidewalk and everything is where it should be: the bread tastes better, strangers smile at you, your playlist seems to have just invented music. That's forelsket in Norwegian, the euphoria of falling in love, the moment when the world appears to have dimmed the lights to show you one single person. (No one would survive living inside it permanently, and that's exactly why it's precious.)

5. Kilig

He brushed your wrist when passing the salt, you didn't move, but something inside you jumped. In Tagalog, that flutter is called kilig, the small short-circuit that runs through you when someone touches you, looks at you, or says a sentence they didn't know was that loaded. It's the word of a people who understood that this particular tremor deserved its own name, not just "butterflies".

Missing

6. Saudade

A song plays in the car, you cut it off, and three blocks later you put it back on because it brings him back to you. The Portuguese call saudade this impossible mix of soft sadness and the joy of having loved, the melancholy of someone absent you don't want to forget. Over there, they say saudade is the proof you loved for real. It's waiting that turns into song instead of turning into complaint.

7. Hiraeth

You go back to the city where you spent last summer, and you look for the exact café, as if seeing the chair again would bring him back for one second. The Welsh say hiraeth for that homesickness toward a place, a time, or a person you know you can't fully return to. (It's a presence of another kind, one you carry without ever quite setting down.)

8. Sehnsucht

You watch planes pass in the evening, with no precise destination in mind, just a vague and enormous longing. The Germans call Sehnsucht this intense desire for what is far away, perhaps unreachable, but which defines you simply because you carry it. Rilke made it one of the most secret words of German Romanticism. It isn't pathological to want someone who is too far. It's what keeps you standing while you wait.

9. Dor

You sleep badly, you eat distractedly, you wait without waiting for anything in particular. Romanians call dor that low ache, that absence that settles in like a second breath, slower. It's less violent than grief, more tenacious than nostalgia (and it has its own tempo, its own hours).

10. Viraag

You just hung up after forty minutes, and already the silence in the room hurts. In Hindi, viraag (विराग) names exactly this: the emotional pain of separation, the moment the other has just left the field and your body needs a few minutes to recover. (Urdu and Hindi poets have written about it for centuries, because separating two people who love each other is precisely what life does.)

11. Abschiedsschmerz

He just left for the airport, the apartment still smells like his shampoo, and you sit there without turning on the light. The Germans call Abschiedsschmerz the very specific pain that follows a departure after a visit. It doesn't land all at once. It arrives by the third cup of coffee, when the silence becomes official.


Meeting again

12. Mamihlapinatapei

You're both standing there, you both know exactly what the other one is waiting for, and neither of you moves first. The Yagan people of Tierra del Fuego, in southern Patagonia, left behind the word mamihlapinatapei, the shared look in which each person hopes the other will take the first step. The Yagan language went extinct in 2022 with its last living speaker. The word remains, and the look remains, and you know you've had it at least once in your life.

13. Ya'aburnee

You watch him sleep and you tell yourself, without sadness, that you wouldn't know how to live after him. In Arabic, ya'aburnee (يا قبرني) literally means "you bury me", the soft prayer that the other will outlive you because life without him feels unlivable. It's waiting turned inside out, looked at from its very end.


You aren't waiting in a void. You're waiting in Welsh, in Inuktitut, in Portuguese, in Yagan. You're waiting the way people have always waited, everywhere, and that itself is already a kind of presence.

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Guillaume

Web developer, creator of Unveil. I built the gift I wished I could give — a calendar that turns the wait into daily moments of joy.

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