Soon.. very soon. I’ll pass an entire day without thinking of you.
Soon, I’ll be able to think of you and not feel anything at all.
Soon, I’ll have a real, happy smile and my own heart, my own self back.
Soon, I’ll won’t have to put on my makeup over swollen eyes and a flaming nose, I won’t have to touch up my makeup as I face the day myself.
Soon, I’ll be able to stop talking about you, to stop forcing myself to remember why I need to forget.
And one day, I’ll be able to say, I’m over you.