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I really, truly, honestly need you to stop giving me reason to have hope. In us. It’s a nice and mean gesture all wrapped up together in one and frankly, it’s insulting. Be real with me and I’ll be real with you.

The strange thing is though; I gave up a long time ago. But there’s the problem right there—I’m not the type of person that just “gives up” after the going gets tough. I’m not the one backing down from the challenge, disappearing into the shadows.

There’s just something about you though. Something that gives me hope and makes me want to believe that this can actually work out. I honestly think it’s my faith overpowering my sense of sanity, but I can’t help it. I’d rather have faith than have no hope, and no you. I’d rather have something to believe in than believe in nothing.

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