HOPE

"Love your secrets bottled up, but love them more when you give them up."

I have been carrying a piece of paper in my wallet for almost a year. I call it “hope.”

The words might not have been true. I can only hope that they were. I can only hope that someday, someone, somewhere will feel that way about me.

Until then, I am fine carrying on as I do, every day, holding on to hope.