I used to think you hung up the moon.
No, scratch that.
I used to think you hung up the whole damn night sky.
I used to think the stars glowed only because you told them so.
And I used to think you told them so because you loved me.
Call me naive.
Call me stupid.
Call me anything you want, just call me.
Talk to me.
Tell me what I did wrong.
I know I didn't love you the way you wanted me to, but I loved you.
I love you.
Isn't that enough?
You lost me.
And now there's no one left to find me.
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Losing Hope
Nouvelles"where did you go? how will you find yourself when your hand to hold is letting go?" Hope has always known that Elliot was in love with her. It wasn't as if he tried to hide it. Hope never really minded -- she did love Elliot; he was her best friend...
