I need to believe...

¨I need to believe that you exist somewhere, someplace, even though I don’t know your name nor have I learned the way to find you. That you may appear unexpectedly when I have stopped looking for you. That all could be as simple as just looking at you, and in an odd way be able to recognize you when I do see you. That your eyes would tell me even though exhausted, all that my lips have held in silence. That I would feel a hug from behind me without expecting it, never losing the sensation of it nor ever forgeting it. And above all, I need to believe that there are still stories that are worth believing in.¨-- Anonymous