"He read her words, perplexed. 'What is the purpose of what you are saying?' he thought. 'Are you just trying to bring me down too? In your own pain, your own frustration, your own anxiety, is that really love?' He closed the screen and sighed deeply. Time would tell. For his part, he would remain as positive and optimistic as she was downcast and pessimistic. He was certain that it would all be over sooner than she thought. The question now was, however, one that he didn't really want to contemplate. Was it the problem that would be over sooner, or would it be them?" {excerpt taken from The Loves That I Lived, The Memoirs Of A Man Named Hope, published 2063}
