I think hope hurts more than rejection.
It’s quite easy to understand where you need to go after rejection, but being suspended in uncertainty because you dare to hope — that’s hard.
Most of me knows it’s impossible. If it wasn’t impossible, it would be improbable. If it wasn’t improbable, it would be unworkable. Our circumstances are simply too far away, yet I still hope.
So, this is me, suspended.
Silly me.