The One Who's Waiting

My future love, I don’t know where you are,

Maybe you’re chasing dreams, maybe healing scars.

I hope somehow, you can feel it too,

Someone out here is waiting, waiting for you.

I’ve been through love that couldn’t stay,

Gave my heart, it slipped away.

Tried to be softer, tried to be small,

But it never made them love me at all.

So I’ll be me, just a little too much,

A little too hopeful, aching for touch.

I’ll hold this space, though the nights get long,

I’m the one who’s waiting — with a patient song.

I won’t pretend that I’m never afraid,

Of love that breaks, of promises that fade.

But I still believe, even before we meet,

That you’ll see the real me, fragile and complete.

Not the mask that the world can see,

But the quiet heart that lives in me.

The one who feels everything too deep,

The kind of love you’d want to keep.

So I’ll be me, just a little too much,

A little too hopeful, aching for touch.

I’ll hold this space, though the nights get long,

I’m the one who’s waiting — with a patient song.

I don’t want perfect, I just want true,

A voice that whispers, “I’ll stay with you.”

Arms that hold when the world feels loud,

A calm love steady, sweet, and proud.

So I’ll be me, just a little too much,

A little too hopeful, aching for touch.

Come find me, love, when your heart is strong,

I’ll be the one who’s waiting —

I’ve been the one all along.