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Some hopes don’t fully grow. They stop somewhere in the middle, where things feel almost right but not quite there. You hold on, you wait, you try to make sense of it, and a part of you still wants to believe it’ll work out. And when it doesn’t, it stings in that soft, quiet way you can’t explain to anyone.

But half-grown doesn’t mean useless. It means you cared enough to hope in the first place. It means something in you is still trying, still open, still learning what you deserve. Not every hope has to bloom to leave you better than before.