I’ve been in this place for a long time now. Wanting to reach out, to repair what’s broken — but knowing it’s not the time, not the place. So I wait.
It’s a strange kind of desperation. You feel it every day, but you can’t act on it. You can’t force someone to be ready. And that’s the hardest part: when all you can do is do nothing.
That’s what It's A Waiting Game is: the unsent words, the silence across the days, the love that has nowhere to go but doesn’t disappear. It’s not surrender. It’s not giving up. It’s leaving the door open, even when it hurts.