Dear Hope,

You must be the only force that pushes me beyond the threshold of dying. You're something that I have been holding on for too long even if my spirit has given up. There were times I felt like letting go, and my heart would just hang upon the tip of my toe - waiting to fall, to break into the shards. But if I did let go, will I still live until now? I hope you'd come into my door as my other half, so I would really believe that you exist in forms of souls. If you were human, I guess you'll be the only person who will never let go of my hand. And letting you go would hurt as much as living half a life, something will always be missing. Just like how I feel about missing a puzzle piece - it's unsatisfying and disturbing.

Hope, if there's something I'm thankful for, it would be when you light up the night sky in millions of stars, because yo ulet me see through darkness, ray of light, and every time a star falls from your grasp, you give me the chance to believe in my wishes and prayers again.

Love, Joshua