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THE HOPE I HOLD LIKE A QUIET FLAME
Small sometimes.
Barely enough light
to see by
on the hardest nights.
But steady.
Always steady.
The belief that love this real
was never meant to end in silence.
That somewhere past what I understand
you are waiting.
The way you always waited.
Patient and certain and completely mine.
So I keep going.
Choosing this life fully.
Building something worth
telling you about.
Saving everything.
Every single moment. Until I can.
