Hope ...

Earlier today, I was talking to my sister about hope. I told her that hope was a very precious thing. I told her that as long as you are alive, there should always be hope. I also told her that hope was treacherous. When you hope, you set yourself up for disappointments and heartache. I told her that to hope is to never give up. However, there comes a time that you will be shown that you need to and it will hurt, badly.

Right now, this is all that I have, all that is left for me ... and so I will hold on to HOPE and not let go. I can't. I don't want to.

I have died everyday waiting for you 
Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you 
For a thousand years
          I'll love you for a thousand more."  

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