Someday,
I will smile and laugh and cry and feel
And not be afraid of it.
Someday,
I will read a romance novel again
And you won’t be the one on my mind then.
Someday,
I will drive past all the places that hold memories of us,
Smiling to myself at how incredible those moments were,
And I promise I will no longer cringe at them by then.
Promises.
Someday I will be able to believe in them again.
Soon, that someday will come.
But it’s not today.
Today,
I cried my eyes out.
I avoided all those places we used to go.
I read only two pages of my favourite book today because you invaded my mind again.
I faked another thousand more smiles today.
Because that someday, is not today.
