Many times I have thought that I have finally woken up from my dream, only to realise that all I've done is drift from one dream to another. Who's to say this won't be just another of those times?
I know that human relationships are built on trust and openness. I apologise that I couldn't be open with you guys, but some things are best left unknown. I only mean to spare you the agony and dismay that I endured when I got to know of it. Besides, it is not my place to tell you anything; let the people who are really involved say it, if they will. As for the other thing: such affairs are best not spoken about to anyone, so that it won't affect anything or anyone when it comes to naught.
"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing" -- T. S. Eliot I have been waiting, I guess, but waiting with hope, despite my best attempts not to hope. But, if it is a good thing, I have lost hope. So now, I guess, I'm just waiting. I'm not still yet because my muscles are still acting from memory, but even that will soon stop.
