I hope for a lot of things and one of those is you. And even though I know you don't love me as much as I love you — I'm pretty sure you don't love me at all — I cling on to my false hope that maybe one day you will realize that I've always been the one for you and that you couldn't stand living a day without me. But I know this is false hope and I know I cling to it because if I let go I have nothing else to hold on to and then I will just float away and not have anything to keep me grounded, so I anchor my hope in the ground and pray you don't hurt me more that I already have.