| a girl named hope |

        It is curious, how things always manage to come to me when I need them | it most.
Never when I want. Only when there is a true .need.
I could list countless examples, each with a varying degree of importance.
Now is not that time, however.

Now, it is hope that I am most concerned with.

Hope

The cruelest of mistresses; an elegant, cold-hearted whore {hope is}

I could even go so far as to say, that I hate hope.

Yes

Nothing good .ever. comes of hope, in my opinion.

To hope, is to segue into disappointment.

or maybe that is simply my life

But I digress

Hope.

I was having this very conversation with someone yesterday -

        We had a definite difference of opinion of what it was to 'hope'

The conclusion of that exchange brought about a slight admission of hope on my part (though against my better judgement)

I am human, after all.

Today in class, out of nowhere, the professor stated

"...you wouldn't wait, if you didn't hope..."

He had no idea, how much I needed to hear those .words.

Maybe it wasn't completely 'out of nowhere' ... I was running on about four hours of sleep, and would be lying if I claimed total and complete, coherent attention. On the other hand, I have no idea how hope could | would contextually make sense in any Spanish 103 lecture.

Here I am:

waiting

wishing

wanting

............. hoping

Maybe this time will be different.

            Maybe, just maybe, hope will not immediately  =  disappointment.

Or, maybe it will.

I suppose that is the risk one accepts, in following their heart instead of their head.