Someday.

Someday, I will turn my face away whenever I see you, before you do.

Someday, I will stop searching for your eyes in a crowd of people.

Someday, I won't lie wide awake by your thoughts at 3 a.m.

Someday, I won't stroll along that lane anymore, hoping to see you once more.

Someday, I will get used to the single grey texts beside my texts to you. To the "Yes?" replies to my "Hey."

Someday, my trust issues will fade away.

Someday, I will throw away that dried rose between the pages of my diary.

Someday, I will delete those few pictures with you, the ones you clicked of me, the ones I clicked of you forcefully. All of them. Or some, maybe?

Someday, I'll stop asking your friends about you.

Someday, you won't visit my dreams, and I won't wake up heartbroken again.

Someday, I will stop whispering your name between those incessant sobs.

Someday, I will stop running behind people who look like you (just to make sure you aren't around, still).

Someday, I'll stop thinking about how short your forever lasted.

Someday, I will not miss your words, your voice, your hugs and you.

Someday, I will stop wearing your jacket on cold nights.

Someday, I will forget your favorite ice-cream flavour, and maybe stop preferring it over my favorite one too. 

Someday, those 'Happy ending love stories' will start making sense again.

Someday, I will hold another hand.

Someday, the tree-house I had planned to build with you will be built, but with someone else.

Someday, love will find its way back into my life.

Someday, my forever will find another definition.

Someday, I will fall out of love with you, just to fall in it again.

Someday, I will fall in love with you, again. Just maybe?