It is okay to let your heart wonder, to hope as if you were never disappointed and to be a little more naive than you are allowing yourself to be. Not to suspect a hidden motive in a conversation…

To those moments. Reminding you of what love feels like, dropping down heavily like pouring rain from grey skies-  not able to hold back any longer,  endless nights  and caring texts. Love may ask you to...

what do you do at the point of total failure...of impossibllities. The end of you holding onto hope... of too much pain . Of being the kind of lost where you feel restoration is impossible.