Every Morning I Wake Up With New Hope. New Hope; That You Will Talk To Me, That You Will Message Me, You Will Call Me. As The Day Goes By My Hope Dies Little By Little, I Start To Listen To Music And It Gives Me More Hope. I Miss You Bestfriend.
Something in me tells me that our story is yet to come to an end. I grasp on to hope as hard as I can, but it tries to fly away. There’s an old proverb that says ‘Hope is the last to die’. We did not wait four years for it to all end in less than a year… <3