Found, I think.

I have something unbelievable to write; after more than a decade of looking I found my ex-step-dad. I have been looking for answers to my childhood for a long time. The only person left who really knows anything about it, at least a very specific time frame of it, is my step-dad. I tried a people search company, internet searches, and stalking Classmates.com. What I couldn’t do in years, facebook did in fewer than 2 mins. The crazy thing is how scared I was once I found him. It took time for me to build up the courage to send him a message, but I did. At first everything seemed to be going well. He seemed receptive to me and the fact that I had questions. I made it clear I had no expectations from him. I didn’t want him to feel like after all these years I wanted him to be my dad or give me money. I just want answers, stories, knowledge of my life when he was a part of it. I spent that first day scanning photos of so he could seem them. He liked that, and asked for more. I obliged. He asked for my phone number, and I gave it to him. It’s been almost a week and I’ve heard nothing from him. I’m trying to be optimistic, to not put pressure on this, to not have expectations; but I’m a fast mover. I was hoping he’d be willing to jump right in and start conversation. I am fine with text, I’m fine with being nothing more than memories to this man, but he doesn’t seem to feel the same way. I don’t know if he’s hesitant because he wants more or if he wants nothing. I’m afraid. I’m worried something I’ve wanted and waited for all this time is slipping away. What do I do? Wait? Pursue him? I am lost and clueless.