To the man I’ve loved while single.
To the one who’s held my heart and never my hand.
To the person that does not exist beyond the walls of my memory.
I’m dating my fantasy. Lost in the idea of what should have been. Unable to see what still can be.
Look forward, wounded dreamer. Your future is not found within your imagination.
Look up, humbled heart. Your journey is full of wonder yet.
Time to break free from your memory.
