Hope

I hope that I can work things out.

I know we aren’t dating but imagining you completely 100% out of my life is so hard.

Don’t ever date me again.

I don’t care.

But I felt connected to you.

I don’t want to live without you.

I’m sorry I pushed you away.

Please have dinner with me 6 months to a year from now.

I hope I grow as a person.

I hope you do to.

I have the strongest most genuine feelings for you.

You do not have to love me back.

I know I can’t force that.

I don’t expect you to change your mind about me.

But I knew dating you that I always wanted you in my life.

That may be unrealistic. It will be painful at first. But so is not having you in my life.

I want to get to the point where we can at least be on social media again or I can have your number in my phone.

You don’t want to be me with me fine.

But I can be a fun friend.

I don’t have to bring up the past.

Give me a chance.

I’m worth a chance.

If you could love me. You can like me.

Don’t write me off just yet.

I am working on myself.

Someday I won’t cry anymore over you.

Then we can have a friendship. Or something. I want to encourage you. I want to like your posts again.

Don’t resent me for loving you.

I’m not trying to make you guilty.

I don’t want my existence to make you guilty.

I keep hoping.

Hopeless romantic.

Unrequited love.

That is my destiny.

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