There will come a day

There will be a time when I have a man and the pit of my stomach won't drop at the very idea of him being out of my site
I won't overeact from stress or lose my hair from depression or develop ulcers in this internal fight.
There will come a day when a man sees me as someone's daughter well raised enough to raise his own little girl
There will come a day when a man sees me as an essential asset in his obnoxiously vast world
I choose to believe that not every man is selfish and that to someone I am infact someone.
I choose to believe that someone else's fantasy holds a possibility of making our realities
one common design
That heaven and earth will be moved by the presence of our unbound connections.
i choose to believe that someone else believes in this true affection.
where romance is expressed outside of a novel
and the idea of passion isnt found in my tonsils.
i would prefer to believe that what reality has proven,
can be overturned by someone it may hurt me losing... blah blah blah..