Someday, I'll be reading or hearing your name somewhere and my heart won't ache anymore.
One day, I'll be laughing with my cousin while talking about her pathetic ex-boyfriends and I won't cringe when she mentions your name and the things they used to do together.
I'll be receiving my college roommate's wedding invitation and I won't get bitter when I see his groom's name beside hers.
I'll be joining the Pride March with my rainbow-hearted friends and I won't have to fake a smile when they gush over a famous transgender's beauty and brain.
I'll be watching a comedian's hilarious interview with James Corden or Ellen and I won't have to stop myself from laughing hard when he says a really good joke.
I'll be giggling while reading Crazy Rich Asians and I'll have the guts to commend the author for writing such a genius and empowering Literature.
I'll be watching Despicable Me with my nephew for the innumerable time and I won't have to roll my eyes when Gru calls his favorite minion.
I'll be watching NBA with my brother and I won't have to curse when the commentator announces the player's three-point shot.
I'll be reliving my childhood again by binge-watching the Home Alone series and I won't have to rant about changing a more appropriate name for that adorable smart kid.
One day, I'll be working late, or drinking my mid-day coffee, or sitting in the cinema, or walking along busy streets, or scrolling through my social media, and I'll read or hear your goddamn common name, but this time, I will not think of you again and why I hated the name in the first place.