The Waiting Game: When You Long for Someone Who's Rarely There

I'm waiting, but I've almost never waited for you. This is the paradox of my heart. I yearn for your presence, for the warmth of your attention, for the echo of your love. Yet, you are a phantom, a fleeting whisper in the corridors of my mind, a distant echo in the symphony of my life. I wait for you, but you are rarely there. I am a solitary figure, standing on the precipice of hope, looking out at a horizon that seems forever beyond my grasp. My heart aches with a yearning that knows no bounds. It whispers your name in the dead of night, hoping that somehow, somewhere, you will hear its desperate plea. But the silence remains. I am left with the echo of my own longing, a relentless reminder of your absence. I hold onto the thread of possibility, clinging to the hope that one day, you will be there, waiting for me, just as I have waited for you. But for now, I am left with the bittersweet taste of waiting for someone who is almost never there.