Clinging to his “I love you,” walking back in there, hoping everything would just resolve itself, would hurt more than accepting this was what we needed right now. I’d spent my whole life hoping. Hoping for my parents to stop fighting. Hoping for my friends and boyfriends to see me as something more than an anecdote they told at a party. Hoping to one day meet someone who really saw me and still thought I was the most special person in their universe. I thought I’d finally found the latter, and from there I had hoped it would last. Hope was a double-edged sword. It gave you the strength to get
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