One Day

I love you.

I don’t know how long I’ll love you,

but I loved you yesterday,

and I love you today,

and I’ll likely love you tomorrow.

I can’t make promises of forever

because as much as my love for you is enchanting,

it also hurts to see the absence of it in you.

It hurts to know that you care,

but not in the way that I do.

It hurts to know

that I will never be enough.

So I loved you yesterday,

and I love you today,

and I’ll likely love you tomorrow,

but one day I’ll learn how to love myself more.