You dream of someplace where the men have better reasons for calling and you no longer feel so alone.
Where the sun shines without the inevitability of the rain, where the skies aren't blackened by the smoke of his cigarettes.
You'll exhale the fresh air, and you won't remember the colour of his eyes or the scar above his left brow.
You'll forget how he smirked when you said that you loved him.
You're moving on, the past will no longer suffocate you with the fragrance of its cheap perfume, you'll learn to count the days rather than to tick them off.
One day you'll step forward without looking back and you'll realize you are infinite and he is just a glitch in time.