I’ll always be waiting. No matter how many years go by, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be waiting here for you. One day, they’ll surely cross paths. When that time comes, I definitely won’t let you go without a word.
Don't worry. You're just like me: Lonely, alone, waiting to be picked up, waiting to be found. I'm starting to think the world doesn't need people like us. So I left and stayed hidden. You should keep waiting and let the others see you. You don't feel anything for them. That's fine. But let the others feel something for you.