There is hope in the beginning, at the start of things. There is a possibility that, despite past failures, things could be done right this time. Enter that chance, that glimmer, that hope. Enter words carefully chosen and even more carefully spoken. Enter unfamiliar faces with the most familiar of laughs. Enter Risk.
This is a risk. It is opening up to the maybes of another failure, another heartbreak, to more nights with tear-filled eyes — but it’s one I’m willing to take to find hearts that beat to be found. To find bodies that ache to be held. To find mouths that beg to be kissed. To keep chasing that hope.