Thereâs going to be a day when I forget that you exist. When I donât wonder whatâs going on in your head and how you are. When I donât crave a simple text message. When a picture doesnât set me off. Maybe one day Iâll get a call. Maybe one day Iâll understand why first loves cut the deepest and why I randomly still ache after a year and a half. Iâm not sure that day will ever come, but I hope to God it does.


















