Waiting

I'm sitting here. Alone. Waiting.
I have always been here and sitting alone. By myself.
No one's coming for me.

I have always wondered how it is to wait for someone, and when that person's there, it feels good not to be alone anymore. To have someone that you look forward to seeing. And you're so excited, your palms get sweaty and you dream about the good times you'll have together and you can't wait to plan the days ahead with said person.

Whenever you had a long day and it feels like you're not living your life, and then you realized that you actually have something to do with it, and doing it involves not only yourself, but someone special.

What does it feel to have that?

If I have someone that I could share my life with, who have the same interests, eat the same food, read the same books, listen to the same music and can just break into a laugh and joke around, I'll be endlessly happy. But you know, that person doesn't always have to be my soulmate. That person may also not agree with me every now and then, hates what I read, despise the music I listen to, don't eat what I eat and still be nice to talk to and have fun with.

Because that person doesn't connect with my interests; that person connects with me through my heart. Although we have our differences, we still care to talk to each other, to pour our hearts out and to always have each other's back. We love each other.

My friends and I talk to each other a lot, but they still keep some bits of secrets to themselves. I realize that they have already found the person who they are waiting for and who they look forward to seeing. And then there was one left in the corner. I still have not found that person, so I guess I'm back;

To being alone. Sitting here, and waiting.
But no one's there yet.
What's keeping 'em so long?