It’s 2 am and I can’t sleep. Still awake and worried. About my life. About his life. About out life. About our choices. Crossroads. Things that happened out of our control. Out of our expectation. Things that went our ways and things that didn’t. Things that seem too good to be true that I am now lying here wondering if it can ever come true.
I hate it when things’ not under my control. When I can’t anticipate things. When I don’t have a clue how it will turn out. When the only thing I can cling on is hope.
HOPE. The luxurious thing. The thing that I only laugh at because it usually is just complimentary to my path. I mean who lives without hope? Esp me – a greedy girl who always wants to have everything. I have LOTS OF HOPES.
But now the more I grow up the less I depend on hope. So I really hate the situation that I’m in. All waiting on hope. On a single glympse into what the future holds for us… a future that I no longer in control…
Again, let’s hope…
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