It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But com — Stephen Emond, Winter Town
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It was hope that was the problem. Hoping feelings wouldn't be hurt, hoping love would blossom, that was painful. But committing yourself to misery, that was just a dead feeling. It was pulling the Band-Aid and embracing the pain.

— Stephen Emond, Winter Town
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