A scent of hope

I guess that sparkle of hope never died inside me. I feel like such a fool, wavering my mind at such a trivial thing. Perhaps it has always been this way, perhaps all the deceives and lies are all inside my mind. I thought too hard and too much again, I have always required absolute confirmation. For my confidence on this issue is so low that I can't barely the slightest uncertainly.

I wonder what would happen if I just come right out and said it. Would it be good or bad? I don't know. Maybe all those book materials and techniques are too advanced for me. It seems that I should just follow the simplest path.

So here I sit, waiting for the moment to take action again. There is no circles, there is no games, at least not at this stage. There is only innocent and pure love.