Hope never dies…or almost never

She was in love. With him. Head over toes. Yes, that stupid, crazy love when you dont think much of what you’re doing and when your actions are driven by your feelings.

He was in love. With her. Yes, the crazy, stupid love when you think you can do it all and when you think you can change everything to better.

She took a step, a huge one, toward him. He backed up. Two steps. Then one more.

He got scared.

She got upset and annoyed.

He got married. To an other woman.

She went insane. For a while. And lost hope. Then she thought she does not need him and can live without him since he lives perfectly without her.

He moved on, without her in his life.

She got married. And hope died once again.

He got divorced.

Hope returned even she did not want it to return. It was far too painful to go through all it all again. All over again.

He said he’s getting married. Hope died again.

She said she wants to meet him and he agreed. Hope came back to life.

He said he’s not comming anymore. At least not now. And, he is getting married.

Hope died…once again.

Can we, please, bury the hope for good? Should we bury the hope? Dont need the hope anymore!!! Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!

Seems like hope will always be there… Damned Pandora!

 

 

 

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