As I drove up the long, winding road to her parents' house in the hills, I somehow managed some small talk. I don't remember a word of it. It is all so meaningless now. I dropped her off in the driveway by her car, and then threw out an, "I'll talk to you later," but I knew I wouldn't. She never wanted to be more than friends, but I needed more.
I needed more of what had kept me going for the last eleven weeks.
I needed more of what had made me appreciate the future.
I needed more of what seemed to be the last wonderful thing on earth.
But it was gone.
That is the story of how I gained and lost Hope, the most beautiful thing in the world.
