Hope. A lie. I am starting to believe they are the same.
We lie to ourselves, to give our selves hope of things that
we want. The fuel to our fires, the gas to our engine...
I am trying not to hope. Hope is false energy
projected into the universe. Willing things into existence, something I am
unwilling to do. Natural. Organic. Mutual. The only way I would like for things
to be.
So I will wait. Wait for the text or call that says I miss
you and please come back. And then I will go because there is no other place I
would rather be in the world than with him.
It will never come.
But I will wait.
