Memories

one day

One day.

One day I will look back and accept that I loved you.

One day I will miss yoy but not be sad about you.

about losing what we had, the constant nights messaging,

nagging each other, promising not forgeting the friendship.

One day I will not wonder what it could have been.

One day I will understand that some people never see past other's wall,

and some never even see past their own wall.

One day,

One day I will understand that some people are just that innocent,

That they see the world black and white, and bad things are nightmares

That they will never experience.

Maybe one day I'll discover my fear of trusing others gone,

of being seen, of being known without a mask on.

Maybe one day I'll let myself be seen and not be

pitied or judged or listen that it was just a nightmare.

Maybe one day I'll not remember you saying:

"I used to adore you, but now I hate you"

Because I couldn't erase friendships because they weren't perfect

Nobody is perfect.

I certainly am not.

And even knowing that you weren't right,

As a friend, as someone who understood me,

It still isn't that day.

It isn't, but

I glued a missing part of me back.

I destroyed a piece of the wall.

It may not be that day yet,

But I will get there.