I just have to believe that

someday you will come again,

that my waiting is worth

something, that my trust in

you was justified. Sometimes

I falter, have to wonder who

I am, and why. I

think about changing, about

not believing, but I don’t know

any other way to live. My belief

in you is something that is part

of me, an inherent part of my

personality, this crazy belief,

this wild hope, this

pure trust. I don’t know

any other way to live. There’s

no use considering options.

This is who I am –

I may be crazy,

I may be deluded, but

this is it.

I have no choice.

by Cher Bibler