Someday we will forget all about this.

I will forget how you looked at me
and I will stop dreaming about you every single night,
wishing for you to come back.

You will forget the way I laughed
at every little thing you said
and how I was different— happier, with you.

We will be too far away from each other and we will have forgotten everything.
Someday, what we had wouldn’t matter anymore,
and I will never cry for you again.