Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

All I ask the new year for is to fall silently into the spacesthat the last one left empty. Filling them with a hopethat tells me gently at dawnthat my simple love can cure even the most extraordinary heart and that my broken past is enough for each tomorrow that follows.Maybe it will even remind methat all the mistakes I will collect over the next yearare not as bad as the chances missed in the last one.

All I ask the new year for is to fall silently into the spacesthat the last one left empty. Filling them with a hopethat tells me gently at dawnthat my simple love can cure even the most extraordinary heart and that my broken past is enough for each tomorrow that follows.Maybe it will even remind methat all the mistakes I will collect over the next yearare not as bad as the chances I missed in the last one.

Never give the same love a chance to hurt you a second time.