Hope

I wish I could believe in this. I wish you would at least have some hope for us. I doubt that. Hope never really exist. I keep on believing that it will someday, but I’m almost exhausted. I want to keep on trying, but I do fear, I don’t know what to do, I am really, exhausted. I have no means to hate you at all, and in that sense, I really wish you’d knew where I truly stand.

I miss you, and I always miss every single thing about you. So until now I keep on believing in this slight hope I have for us.

I am trying. Every single day. And I wish you would not struggle, you would hang on still because you know you can do everything in life. I believe you. I believe you can do it.

Until the next recollection.