Someday

-He tells me he isn’t scared, but yet he fears the future. He wants to see me, he can’t live without me but won’t leave in fear of them forgetting him. He worries what they think. A few extra pounds doesn’t define a person, but how much their hearts weights does. He wants to be “normal” but doesn’t realize how much of himself he is giving up just to get there. A map he is willing to follow, but one map that has no key.

-I try to help, to tell him things will work out between us and he tells me…someday.

-Someday…What does they really mean? That someday things will truly work out or that in fact someday I will completely forget about what could have happened. The idea of not seeing my long dreamed about future coming true is horrifying. Letting go of all those thoughts, those feelings, and sadly enough those hopes.

-He tells me someday, I hope for someday soon. He tells me not to worry he isn’t scared, but I see the questions is his eyes night after night. I dream about those eyes and the questions they ponder. Knowing not of the answer but of a hopeful end. Someday we will be together…and if not him…WHO!

Someday!