There is no meaning to watching a screen; none whatsoever to wait for a status to change from ‘online’ to the blankness that is ‘offline’ and back again. But really, all you were hoping for—for just a breath of a second—is to see the status ‘typing’.
There is no meaning to refreshing a feed, hoping for an update—the only update you have of a possible place of thought he has of anything at all. Of the two of you.
There is no meaning to checking every place on the virtual Internet for traces of him thinking about you or worse, not thinking about you.
There is no meaning to jumping up to see if any noise in the dark on the roads outside was him pulling up to your front gate.
There is no meaning to waiting and hoping. He is simply not coming; and you’re not going.