Boo

I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile. Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever. And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations. But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws? Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me? Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.