Hope

After an aeon of silence, finally I got the answer I had hoped for. Yes, there is a sliver of hope, a tiny ember, that with careful tending I might be able to fan into a flame.
I think the problem was that we both moved to fast, beyond a pace that we were both comfortable with, and as a result, things collapsed. We are both at fault I feel, neither one of us innocent in all this.
The key to rebuilding will be time and patience and space.
One thing hasn't changed though, she is still someone I find supremely interesting, someone I want so much to be with. Whatever it takes to keep this hope alive, I'll do.