Worth?

It's nights like this when I wish you were still here. Not even physically but I mentally need you. I wish you were the same, but things are forever changed. I tell myself, "maybe someday." But that someday really is not even a day. It's just hopeful thinking. Thinking; wishing; dreaming. It does me no good. I cannot sleep; I overthink. I long to be the one for you. But in reality I deserve so much more. More than a careless attitude, more than lonely nights, more than wishing I was enough. Will I ever be enough? To you, probably not. Maybe one day I'll meet the one and look back and laugh at what we had. Because it was so much less than what I am worth.