It might happen.

Maybe one day, I can look at you and just see another person. I won’t have to call you by some dumb nickname, so none of your friends overhear my conversation. I won’t have to hate on you. Try to avoid you. You know, the whole thing. I think the summer will help y’know. To get away from the drama we created. Then again, you’re EVERYWHERE. Facebook. Starbucks. Bel-Air. Abrecrombie - . - Maybe one day…I hope.