Soon we'll become distant..
We'll stop talking everyday
Eventually even altogether.

It'll be hard at first.
Hard to resist the urge to ask how you are,
To wish you good luck with your day.
But eventually, I won't miss it at all.

Eventually I won't miss the way you make me smile at the end of the day,
comfort me,
or talk with me about our problems.
No, eventually I won't miss it at all.

One day soon I won't even remember what you look like,
what you sound like,
smelt like,
felt like.

One day soon all I will have left is a name attached to memories.
Memories of comfort, butterflies, heartache, pain, and everything in between.
Eventually that will be the outcome.

But eventually, I'll find someone to replace you,
to replace those feelings,
to replace this void.

Eventually, someone will surprise me and stay.