One More

And another one bites the dust.

But with each failure, with each let-down and with every single disappointment, comes a heightened sense of hope. Of an anticipation so strong that the present cold, lonely dark spaces fade away, pale into the horizon.

There is somebody out there. There is somebody for me. To hold and love and give myself to. There is somebody. With every failure, that is a fact that is engraved deeper and deeper into my head. With every let-down, that is something I get surer about.

And so I continue holding out.