Hope

Today, for some reason, I felt I a lightness of spirit. From the depths of despair a frisson of hope began to tickle the edges of my consciousness. I didn’t question the ‘how’ or ‘why’, but I knew that he was alive, somewhere in this world.

The hope grew with every telephone call, with every conversation. It’s impossible that I would feel this way if he’s dead.

If he lives but never comes home to me, I’ll be content. If I can have him by my side for the rest of my life, loving and caring, I would be complete.