Raw.Real.Recovered.

I don’t regret the hope I had.

Hope made me brave enough to try.

To believe.

To open my heart when fear told me to shut it tight.

It didn’t go how I wanted—

But that hope?

It was proof I still had faith in something beautiful.

And I’ll never be ashamed of that.

Hope didn’t break me.

It carried me.

Even if it was just for a little while.