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You tell yourself, let's take a leap of faith. What's there to lose?
And sometimes, hope fluttered. Hope - that this time it may, could, possibly work out, even if in your head, you could never figure out how it would.
Then the realisation, that this isn't the destination, but just another part of the journey. That sinking feeling at that all too familiar scenario, where you break off more pieces of yourself, and spend too much time piecing yourself back together.
So the head does what the heart is reluctant to, because facts are facts, and emotions are never reliable. That's what started all this in the first place, isn't it?