omar.

Maybe one day there will be an Omar, just for me. Someone that might not exactly be like me or would understand completely but love me, the way Omar does Lisa. Maybe one day I'll be someone's Lisa. Better yet I'll be me and whoever that person might be, they'll be them. Our own story, our own ways.

Maybe one day I might just get to meet and be with someone who would actually love me. That one day I don't have to make myself believe people's promises to stay but leave. Or maybe it just doesn't happen to people like me, maybe not to only me.

I am not Lisa. There's no Omar.

I'm just that distant memory.

The one you let go for someone else to find.

-riri-