It has more to do with hope than the knowledge that something might actually come of it.
It is the epitome of passiveness, and of acquiescence.
It is a pleasure in the guise of pain.
There is a very thin line between hope and resignation.And it is that.
They call it 'waiting'.
I call it 'life'.
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no one could have put it more beautifully or poignantly.
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