You

I'm still waiting for you. Although it gets harder to believe that it will happen or ever be true.

When I get to the point of doubt. I look at my wrist and I remember. It will happen and you will come.

I have to get through them, weed them out and keep my head held high and remember I deserve better. Nothing less.

I deserve the man who's coming. The man that is meant for me. The one who is feeling the same way and feeling lost without me. That's you.

I'll be patient and wait.