Lots of well-penned emotion in this, and I think this speaks volumes about what not having a complete sense of closure can entail. Where we play back everything in our minds and wonder what could have been, or if we should have done something else. We try to make sense of it all, and you portray this almost in-between time of waiting, of being stuck trying to merely exist, holding on for a change, or as you wrote, for love to break through. I related to this especially in the sense of giving love, pouring it out, opening yourself up to someone, and having them not listen or perhaps appreciate the parts of you that are trying. It made me think when someone doesn't reciprocate that love back or doesn't know how to communicate and make the effort in return.