Baby Steps

[our only problem was everything was too perfect. and he wasn't ready.]


And when I said I had no hope for us; that I couldn't or I couldn't let go - that line was never as simple as it read. (Remember when I said I had something to explain, then all I could get out was "I don't know"?) I would have fought tooth and nail against what I knew you needed, if I'd held onto what I thought we could be. As it turns out, hope isn't something you can control. I'm not as cold as it came off and none of it has been that easy to dismiss. My hope stands.