One day, I will jump so high to actually reach the ceiling of this room I’ve been starting at for so long.
One day, I will be able to play a whole Chopin piece on the piano.
One day, I will see New York.
One day, I will get so drunk that I won’t remember anything, but that will only be with the right people at the right time.
One day, I will have the right people next to me, all of them, at the very right time.
One day, I will have my own money and live on my own and be just fine.
One day, I will forget him completely, and fall in love again without even realising.
One day, I will get a license and after I’ve seen New York, I will drive my way through the US.
One day, I will lose some more weight and look perfect, as now I’m just ‘alrite’.
One day, but not today. Today I’m fine the way I am, the way everything is. And I swear I would only need a couple of things more for it to be perfect, but I know that can’t be possible, so I’m happy as it is. I’m making plans and hoping that one day ..
PS: This song I posted, yes, J. it bloody reminds me of you, but I don’t care anymore, cause I love it. I love a lot of songs that remind me of you. And I won’t spend the rest of my life regretting I didn’t go to Reading that summer two years ago and remembering how you used to sing ‘You gotta be stronger than the story.’ Well I am now. I’m stronger than the story.