You will pine for him who will chase after her who will pursue him who will fixate on her who will lust for him who will ache for her who will wait for him who will go back to her who will miss him who will who who who who who And on and on and on.
One day it will stop. It has to. It must. One day. Someday.
You might as well work while you're waiting. You might as well focus on all those other goals while you wait for your dearest hope to arrive. With every moment, you build another path, and who knows which one your future will travel down?