dear hope,
i miss you. i still miss you a lot.
but you know what, hope? it doesn't hurt. at least not as much as it used to. i can breathe now. i got to the point where the pain of missing you made it impossible to breathe. but now, hope? now i can breathe again.
how does someone forget how to breathe? i'm still trying to figure it out.
love,
heaven rae
