one day i'll have to be on my own.

be with some friends and drunk myself into a new hobby.

one day i'll fetch the kids from school without you.

one day i'll go home, into my room, seeing how much of a waste the big bed was.

one day, i'll cry myself to sleep.

one day, i'll miss you more than i should.

one day, i'll find myself searching for your scent.

one day, i'll have to move on.

one day, someone will say, "did he really have to leave you?"

i'll nod, of course.

"it's a pity, you don't deserve him."

one day i'll say, "no it's not."

before that one day comes, all the other days of my months are my thoughts that you are the best thing that's ever happened in my life.

and one day, i'll have to remind myself that.