I had a future once;
with some beautiful dame with (his) ***** blonde hair and (his) blue eyes and our white picket fence.

Him coming over for dinner every night,
him taking our little girls out every Saturday spoiling them rotten.
And I guess it was okay (but not really)
since I had a future with him.

(I had a future with him, but not in the way that really mattered.)

*I thought that this was just a fleeting thing, a passing moment, an innocent crush.