One day

One day, he will be there.

One day, the flowers will be for me.

One day, the guy waiting in the lobby will be my guy.

One day, the phantom buzzing of my phone will actually be a message for me and not about my kids, my crazy family or ex family, or work.

One day, the whistle across the street will be for my ass and not the barbie doll in front of me.

One day, the laugh will be because I made someone forget what life responsibilities are for 5 min.

One day, someone is going to be excited to see me.

Me. Not what I can do. Not what I can become. Not what I can provide. Just me.

~ by goddess4ever on July 18, 2018.

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