Someday, you wouldn’t have to stop by our tree anymore, the one where we carved our names when we thought we’d last forever.
Someday, you wouldn’t have to turn the radio off anymore as you drive when our song starts to play, the one I sang to you that night we promised to always stay.
Someday, you wouldn’t have to slam your book shut just because you’ve read something that sounded a lot like what I would whisper to you when we make love, my calloused hands on your skin.
Someday, it would not hurt anymore to think about me. And it’s okay. It’s okay, I understand. Someday you wouldn’t love me anymore for things to hurt. I understand.
But someday, I hope you pass by our tree and just smile even just a bit; smile at the thought of what we had, smile at the thought of what we thought we could.
Someday, I hope you would let our song be the sound that covers up the loud beating of your heart as you drive to the place where you will meet your new love; I hope you remember how someone sang it to you before and how much you loved it.
Someday, I hope you would keep reading the book with the lines that sound a lot like me with a hint of wistfulness and remember how they once calmed the insecurity in you when you made love with this one guy whose hands were covered in callouses but feel so soft on your skin.
I understand. I understand that, someday, you won’t love me anymore. But please, remember me. Let some parts of me stay in your mind. Remember me and remember all the good things we had.
I understand, someday I will stop loving you too. But, someday, I will still smile to the though of you, to the thought of us.
It’s okay to get over the love,
just don’t forget about me.