the hope, the tiniest fragment of hope. the slightest chance of us possibly ending up together someday forces me to hold on to you even tighter than before. Every single day, i pray, and hope that someway, somehow, we'll end up together. and with every day that passes me by, my hope begins to waver. my heart begins to break at the very thought of all that we had, all i thought we had, being nothing more than a lie. a silly little crush that came and went.
it wasnt a silly little crush.
it was real.
it still exists.
it will always exist. </33