Sometimes I just want you to know, I’m thinking of you in the kindest of ways; I want you to feel the embrace of my thoughts, squeezing goodwill into you; I picture a slight lift in your mentality, from unknown, to just a little bit better than the moment before
I’ll be happy one day, with someone who’s not you
I’ll be happy that day, without wishing it was you
I won’t know it that day, when a drop of sadness hits you
But know that once I was sad I would be happy one day with someone who’s not you.