Crestfallen

I'm reminding myself to be optimistic, to believe in love for the sake of loving without expectations.

But how do you juggle honesty with communication? I haven't considered this before. I didn't need to. But now I wonder at how we balance all these things. Obviously, we can't. Life is full of perfect moments but those are just encouragement. They're glimpses of truth but not the whole truth, pieces of reality tinged with dreams.

It feels suicidal to keep putting your heart out there. Yet, here I am, smiling. Thinking, 'Oh, but what a way to go,' like a romantic.

Blighted hope is better than no hope at all.