The word Someday is vague. Maybe we’ll talk again someday. I wonder if we will ever be friends someday. I’m sure he’ll miss me someday. Maybe he’ll want me back someday. I held onto the someday for so long I almost gave up on the right now. I’m so happy I didn’t. My someday is not who I want, anymore. I finally let go of someday, it took me a while, probably much longer than it should have, but it was time to look at today and who chooses and wants to be in my life, in the here and now, and it is good. Really, really good!