Cautiously Feeling Hope After the Plummet

Love: contagious to those who accept it, gives someone the power to destroy you. But then, can they come back and make it better...will it ever be as good as it would have been before? Can you trust them not to hurt you again? Maybe they were just being human - does that count for anything? Or does that mean you should chill out and think about it through their eyes. What if hope is something that lifts the boulder off your back, the stomach ache away, makes the heartache and the lump of throat evaporate on the spot? But you can't say if he's telling the truth and you don't want to be paranoid and you think you love him and frankly you're falling to pieces.

What I wrote in a moment of...what was it? Not a failure....a loss...total loss....hopelessness. In a moment of hopelessness last night. But you always have to remember that they are ups and downs. When you feel like you're on top of the world, almost euphoric. And then the all time lows. When you're so happy you're hysteric, it's hard to imagine ever feeling bad. When you're way out of it and sullen it's hard to imagine ever being happy. It's so predictable, yet we (or i at least) can't control it.