Hope is a thing with fickle wings and glittery beams. It takes and takes you high somewhere and glints playfully just so you look down and feel gut wrenched at the height of your hopes and belief in an expectation that could never have been strong enough to hold you up. People dont always get happy endings, but ends have and will, always signify the rise of the new. New hopes, new possibilities, new friends, new realtions, new adventures... I hope you're new finds you, happy and joyful in time's pace. I pray the odds stay in your favour, all in your grace.