I kept telling myself that one day I'd be able to find someone else again. One day I'm going to feel what I felt for you in another person, and maybe it would even be better and greater and deeper. I kept reminding myself that there is someone out there I'd meet way more romantic than how we did, and then I'd write about it. I would write everything about him and how I see my world with him in it. One day, I would meet a muse with far too many metaphors in his eyes, with far too many sparks in his kiss, with far too many words in his palms offering them to me endlessly, flowingly, with no point of ever running out. One day, I would write something and think about someone else who's just there watching me write.

For now, these one days are just wishful thinking. For now, I'll just lie in my bed wondering if these one days will ever come true.
–Myka M. Obinque

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