"There is, of course, the chance that you may feel the same way I do - the way I’ve always imagined you have. We could ride off into some technicolor sunset of perfectly matched sentiments and open, continual communication. I may never doubt again - it could be perfect. But I won’t get myself too wrapped up in the possibility, even if it is the most beautiful one I can imagine. Because I know what it feels like to cling, white-knuckled, onto hope, and I am ready to open my hands."
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