Uncomprehendable

Sometimes, I question myself: why? Why do I always wait and see if you'll ever return; even when I know that things wouldn't be the same if you return? Why do I always find myself missing you, wanting you, and sometimes, even loving you? Why do I wait to see if there'll ever be someone like you out there? Someone to sweep me off my feet so that I won't think about you anymore even when I don't want anybody else but you? Goodness....