It's sometimes ironic, really, having patience.
Especially when it is for something that may never happen.
Doubly so when it is for something that probably never will.
Why does the heart want what it wants despite the mind knowing better?
Does not the mind dictate the function of the heart?
If not for the mind, would not the heart cease to function at all?
Why, in it's mortal control over every beat, does the mind not intervene?
Why, despite all logic and all proof to the contrary, does the mind allow the heart to proceed?
Is it not a futile resistance fully apparent to but cause even more emotional pain?
Maybe it is because when it seems there is nothing left to hope for,
Nothing is the only thing left for hope to hold on to.