What makes “I Waited For You” compelling is how it resists tidy moralizing. It’s not a warning (“don’t wait”); it’s not a celebration (“waiting always redeems”). Instead, it holds the complexity: waiting can sharpen empathy, calcify disappointment, polish longing into a kind of clarity. Angela doesn’t force the listener to choose an interpretation. She sets a scene and gives us permission to sit in it, to feel the patience and the ache simultaneously.