Someday I would find my way out of your enthralling eyes, burn our bridge and go my way on finding myself. Someday I would stop being someone you go to when you want my lips against yours or when you miss my hands weaved on yours. Someday I would start being fair to myself enough to know that I deserve the kind of love I’m willing to give, enough to know that I am important and that I would never go far for someone who won’t do the same for me.