What Hope Is (an excerpt)

I wanted to swim, so you obliged. But when the water reached our hearts you pushed me under and now hold me there, in that place of fading daylight. So I hold my breath, grasping that hand, I won't fight it because I believe in its equal ability to pull me back out. Here I wait with patience in the eve of the moment I'm to live or to die, my fate residing in the strength of the hand holding me under. And that, my dear friend is what hope is in its rawest and rarest form.

~"If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”~

Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, Act 3 Scene 3