This waiting period is strange
I'm not eager to fall in love
I'm alright for now
Not really working on myself
More so
Just existing
Feeling things more or less thoroughly
Than before
I don't know if it ever quite hits me
That this is now
And it's all I'll ever have
And someday I'll be in love
And it will be enough
It doesn't feel real
Thinking of love and me
I'm me
So solitary and full of imperfection
Just like everybody else, I guess
There's no one here I love right now
There are little aspects
I can appreciate
But I can feel that there's someone out there
Someone who manages to fit
My idealistic unrealistic vision of a soulmate
I guess that's childish
Thinking things like that are real
But some part of me can't help
But believe in them
Late nights of imagining them talking
[And by them I mean us]
In a small humble apartment
Gives me space to breathe
And as I'm on the edge of sleep
I feel warm and real
Happy to be alone