There’s going to be a day when I forget that you exist. When I don’t wonder what’s going on in your head and how you are. When I don’t crave a simple text message. When a picture doesn’t set me off. Maybe one day I’ll get a call. Maybe one day I’ll understand why first loves cut the deepest and why I randomly still ache after a year and a half. I’m not sure that day will ever come, but I hope to God it does.











