New year

Every year start the same, with you and me chatting on messenger. Exchanging greetings, giving updates, and exchanging jokes. I don't know if you noticed but mixed with the jokes and laughter are all the feelings I'm trying to keep bottled in. We are not meant to be. And we will never be meant to be. But in my heart I know there's a flicker of hope I've been sustaining through the years. A hope that I'd like to put out but is being kept alive by these feelings that burn...