Me

I found you, not at the end of my storybook, but in an odd part in the middle. It’s dog-eared and the corners are worn from me reading it over and over again. And although you didn’t turn out to be my happy ending, you’ll always be my favorite chapter.

So you chose to stay and called it Hope. Until one day you were strong enough to call it what it was and do what you needed to do all along. Walk away.