Dear J

052616

""Do you think one day, we can try again? Like really try, I mean. Without the bullshit, without the lies, and without half-assing things," I asked. "I miss you, I miss us, and I miss the person I was when I was with you.

There's still a part of me that thinks, no - that hopes I'll meet you again some time in the future. And maybe this time, it'll work. What number are we? The fourth time around? Is there any chance of that working out? Maybe we won't. Or maybe, even with the odds against us, it will.

I don't need to start over. These feelings will still be here."

"But God forbid," I said, "it fails again, or if there's another fork in the road or a bent that cannot be mended, at least we can say we gave it our all. People will look at us like we're crazy for play cat and mouse so frequently that we've lost track of who's who, but all I can tell you is that there's something about this that is real. There is still hope left.""

-- Excerpt from The Letters You Left Behind by Ming D. Liu

stumbled upon this on twitter today

and for the first time after a month, you came across my mind once again

and it made me think.. 'is there really hope left?'

but it's been 3 years, so, i guess there's none. completely.