Someday. Yesterday. Today.

Someday.

That unattainable time beyond all that we know, but fulfilling all that we dare hope for.

Yesterday.

The culmination of all my failures, my shortcomings, my disappointments, and my lost loves.

Today.

It all comes together here. I must do something now. Someday is nice to believe in, yesterday is easy to dwell on, but I must come to the realization that I am forever stranded in the present. But this will be my victory. For when I finally capture the heart of the girl I love, I will have her “now”.

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