Someday…

Someday. Someday, Someday… Someday, maybe, I’ll look back at these days and think to myself that I did the right thing. Maybe, someday, I’ll stop imagining what might have been if I hadn’t divorced him, hadn’t kissed him, hadn’t touched him. You’d think that someday, I’d stop thinking that it’s so funny that one dayContinue reading “Someday…”