To all the people telling us to not get our hopes up:
Don’t worry about me, I’m a big boy, I can take being disappointed. I can take being let down. It happens.
But my counter is this: why can’t I have hope? Nothing wrong with hoping for the best and preparing for the worst.
Even if I tell myself Reed isn’t coming back, it’s still going to hurt if he decides to leave.
Even if the brain knows it’s a long shot, the heart wants what the heart wants. And the heartbreak will be the same, regardless of what I tell myself.