Hope.
It rises within me like a cancer. 
I hope, I dream. 
Maybe someday you’ll forgive me.
And one day well exchange a glance inwhich every unsettled emotion or unanswered question ceases to exist and the only things that remains are memories of something once so pure…
With this glance, hope. 
Hope for a future of never again having to feel the emptiness as an answer to
 ”are you there?”
Hope of you and I together
Being alone, together. 
A place where only pure joy will be seen by passersby as they look upon our world of two. 
But while the cancerous hope builds within, the reality will sink in. 
Contempt. Heartache. 
Alone.
Yet hope, shrunk now into a grain of rice, remains in my heart
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