Why am I waiting for the woman I love?
Am I waiting to hear the sound of her say “I love you” again?
Am I waiting to hold her close again to smell her sweet aroma?
Am I waiting to kiss her again and feel her love flow through me?
Am I waiting to look into her eyes again to see the love in her soul?
Am I waiting for her to run back to my arms and feel her touch again?
Am I waiting for the day she pulls up saying we need to try it again?
Am I waiting for the chance to correct past mistakes and spend the time with her?
Am I waiting for that one phone call or text saying that I love and miss you, and want to start over?

Why am I waiting for the woman that I hold close to my heart?
Am I waiting for the emptiness she left to return and complete me again?
Am I waiting with the belief that dreams never die?
Am I waiting thinking that her dreams aren’t dead but scared to believe in them?
Am I waiting for her to realize her dreams can still be a reality?
Am I thinking that waiting will give her dreams time to come back?
Am I waiting to see if her dreams were from the heart or just a fantasy?
Am I waiting for the realization that dreams formed from the heart with love don’t hold promises of an easy life?
Am I waiting for the understanding that true love is not so easily given up on if it comes unconditionally from the heart but fought for with great passion?
Was I waiting and looking for the right moment to ask for the next step in our relationship and make our dreams reality?

Why am I waiting for the woman that is in my dreams?
Am I waiting wishing to see her sitting next to me in my car again even if I think I’ve seen her out with someone else, wishing that it was still me there?
Am I waiting for her to come to my door and tell me that we aren’t over but going to work through this no matter how difficult it may be?
Am I waiting hoping that every little thing that we let get in the way of us will be resolved?
Am I waiting for her with the illusion that I’m showing my dedication and love to her?
Am I waiting for the day that this pain in my heart and side from stress I put myself under from the lost love goes away?
Am I waiting for my heart to explode to release myself from all the pain I feel?

Why am I waiting for the woman that I love when the feelings and dreams are no longer shared?
Why am I waiting for her when she has made it clear that working through these troublesome times doesn’t appeal to her?
Why am I waiting when I know she has given up on the things she said were from the heart and that she wanted in a life with me?
Why am I waiting for the woman that I have regrettably broke her heart and killed her dreams that I now have and can’t get share with her?

Why am I waiting and what am I waiting for when it has been told and shown to me that there is no us anymore, and the love and dreams are only a memory in the wind?

Why am I waiting and what am I waiting for when there is nothing there in front of me, and how I feel isn’t shared but been brushed off?

Why am I waiting and what am I waiting for when it is clear that I am the only one hurting from this and trying to fight for something that no longer exists?

Why am I hoping that she is happy in her decision that she has made, and that she finds the man that will give her all the happiness and love she deserves?

Because I love her with all my heart and soul, and she deserves all the greatness and happiness life has to offer her, my only regret is that I wasn’t the man that could give her that.

I am saying goodbye to waiting for I will not be it’s fool anymore, and will no longer let it break me down and tear me apart mentally and physically.
I pray that one day I will share the dreams from my heart with someone, no matter how difficult times may get, knowing they will always be alive and growing for the love shared will be an unconditional love from the heart that will conquer any difficult time life brings, and not be blinded by the fantasy dreams of the heart that are easily given up on, pushed aside, lost, and forgotten for they leave nothing but false hope, emptiness, and sadness.