Once again, your messages are laced with ambiguity designed to draw me in.
Or at least my makeup’s weakness is its magnetic pull.
Hope that you want me.
Hope that things with us is now finally turning around.
Hope that I’ll get my happy ever after.
This is the sort of thing that tarnishes hope’s rep. Why folks like me are afraid to hope.
I know now that I’m not to blame for the doubt. You relish in the obscurity of it all.
Sadly, I will never be happy to stay in the grey area.
Even if this means a life spent alone.
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