Somehow I can trust you through this darkness. As much as I fall into the trap of believing I need to give up, this part inside me (that part you left) won't let me. My entire chest aches. Someone asked me why my eyes are so sad. And yet I persevere in a way I never thought possible. Your silence says so much, but none of it I want to hear. Hope is something I never had much of before you. It seems you left even more of it behind. Please come and collect it. I am waiting.
I will always be waiting.
I'm so tired of wasting time without you.
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