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Hope.

Here I am in the present moment, sinking into my current spot. I’m just myself.
No substance to manipulate my thoughts;
Alter my perception;
Distract me from how I feel.
But how I feel is just how I believe a feeling should feel.
I don’t really know what my feelings feel.
I just think I do.
What is this-- This attraction people have with each other?
Is it really there, or is do we just believe it to be?
Can you ever really love someone else?
Or is it simply how they make us feel that we’re in love with?
And then one day we decide one isn’t up to the part anymore, and move on?
How come it’s easier for some than others?
All my heart craves is to be able love that one person unconditionally to no end.
And now, just that has become what it needs.
My words are real. True. They always have been.
And as sure as I can be about someone else’s...the mystery remains the same.
We can never know. We can only hope.
But what if the one you need doesn’t believe in such thing?
What if the one you love has grown bitter and cold?
You have hoped that things can change…
But in reality it’s not up to us.
If I learned one thing through all of this;
Hope is not essential to be alive…but it damn well keeps you sane.



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