Every day I hope. That today is the day you decide.
The day you decided you couldn’t take it anymore.
I had to be in your life. Every day.
It would be different than before.
You wanted me.
You told me you only wanted me to be happy. You told me you loved me and would always love me.
You made me promise it wasn’t the end.
So I hope.
Is it today? Will I be happy today? Will I be loved again?
And every night, I go to bed knowing