I’m waiting for the day I don’t miss my friends whose path has diverted from my own; I’m waiting for when the last memory with them doesn’t haunt me whenever I think back to that day or that night, if goodbyes were even exchanged; I’m waiting for when their smile and the sound of their laughter doesn’t make my heart ache so; I’m waiting for my heart to stop looking back around the corner for some kind of sign that I’ll be seeing them again and that it’ll all be okay this time ‘round. I’m waiting for the day my heart lets my past go.
Because I know that day will come, no matter how much I don’t want it to. Because I know time will heal, even the worst things I don’t think it will be able to. Because I know I will find someone or something else that’ll remind me what it feels like to feel that kind of joy in my heart again. Because I know I will find someone or someplace that’ll make me feel safe once more, even when it feels as if I’ve had the weight of the world on my shoulders for endless time. Because I know I’ll be stronger one day for everything I’ve let myself experience and go through. Because I know I’ll be okay again, one day soon.