One Day, I'll Be Somebody Else's Wife
One day, I'll be somebody's wife. For the longest time, whenever I imagined my future, you were in it. Not because of grand gestures or perfect love stories, but because of the quiet moments. Grocery shopping together. Knowing how you take your coffee. Long drives, shared songs, inside jokes, and a life built from ordinary days.
I never dreamed of a wedding. I dreamed of choosing someone every dayand being chosen back.
For years, I thought that someone would be you.
But one day, I'll belong to someone else.
He'll never know there was a time when I quietly built my future around another name. He'll never know how long it took me to let go of the life that never happened.
Because by the time he finds me, I'll have finished grieving what could have been.
And maybe that's the saddest part not that I'll be someone else's, but that for so many years, whenever I imagined forever, I always saw you standing at the end of it.