I’ve been thinking about you, and let me tell you, my thoughts about you can go in one of two ways. The first way is the way of delusion and fantasy. In this vein of thought, there is a world in which we love each other freely and joyfully, with nothing standing between us except love, which has finally brought us together. In this world of thought, you are actually happy with me, and you don’t hesitate to throw your arms around me and tell me you love me. In this world, we come together naturally and easily, because all the old barriers to your love have fallen away — things like the drugs and the defensiveness and the frozen layer of impenetrability that surrounds your broken heart. In this world of thought, there is hope for us to be happy together, with no more lies or denial or hurt. But there is a whole other world of thought about you, a world which I have come to call my home, much more recently. In this world, there is no more hope left for any love to survive, let alone thrive, between us. In this world, I accept the fact of who you are, which is a cold and sick and pitiable person who’s vowed never to get close to a woman again. In this world, I get to feel the truth of my anger and sadness and disappointment that you are determined not to love me. Not as a way to keep myself in those negative feelings, but actually, to help shine the light of truth as I walk towards a brand new life full of love that is waiting for me, beyond any further involvement with you. Let me tell you: I choose this world, the world in which there is no more hope for you, but there is plenty of hope for True Love, instead. ❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.