I sat on the docks for hours after I had clicked this. It was long before I knew K...and I recall saying to myself that something big, really big was going to happen. A change was going to come, the good kind.
Hope is a dangerous thing. It makes you wish and want and desire and love. It has always let me down in the past in such horrible ways. I would hope for kindness, love, understanding...and fail. And fail. And fail worse. So this time, I fought the feeling hard and long...but the docks, the view of the city...the idea of grabbing a boat and sailing away made me dare.
I dared to hope.
And hope delivered him to me.
(For K: I know you, you're just like me. You know me. I'm just like you too.)