Hope’s an odd thing. It can be a good thing, helping you through tough times, or it can sometimes be not such a good thing when it keeps you hoping, beyond all reasonable hope.
I’m already beyond all reasonable hope that Ms F and I will ever be together and still I keep hoping. I know I’ll not stop, despite knowing the unlikelihood, but I suppose it’s just how I’m built.
I always see the positive, or at least try to, so I can’t help “hoping”. That word again. I know I’ll end up waiting, convincing myself we might possibly have a future. I’ll sit somewhere with a drink and hope. And at some point, probably very late at night, I’ll finally face reality and then I’ll finally give up. And I know I’ll feel so bad. But even with all that, hoping still helps me feel better, so I’ll go on ….. hoping.
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