Hope

A hope. That was invoked so many times, that it has been doubted more that it was hoped.

It has been prayed for over and over again that it has become the baseline of one's heartbeat.

A hope. That was born out of watching too much One Tree Hill, Disney Stories and stupid serendipitous telenovelas but grounded on the realities that they don't really happen in real life. But just looks magical if they do. And the drive to make it to.

A hope. Of the simple wish that it becomes mutual. And procreating. And lasting. That you could be sure that it's there tomorrow. And the next day after tomorrow. And you're sure never runs out. Like taxes. Like errands. Like a promise. Like the sun. Like oxygen. Like life.

A hope. That I will never find the words to quantify these feelings. So that I will constantly try to dance a poem to get around you. Even if I dont dance.

That I will always try to weave the lines to figure you out, and the song will never end just like how we will never end.

A hope. That it will be an answer to why everything else did not happen. That will answer the what ifs and could have beens. That will blur every single one before us. And will illumine every single step ahead of us. That will give meaning and reason to the whys and the why nots. To the road blocks and detours and the bumps that have led all the way to this story. Our story. 

Finally, a Hope. That you exist. More than just as my prayers at night. More than just someone trapped inside the songs. More than just a story in making. More than just wishing, but of granting. More than just believing, but of being. Of existing. Of happening. 

But for now, I could only hope.

Only hope.