I read our text history. Years of messages....

I read our text history. Years of messages. Looking for signs. For hope. For anything. There are moments. Small ones. Where maybe. Where possibly. Where if I squint. But I'm probably reading too much into it. Probably seeing what I want. Probably delusional. The messages are saved. Backed up. Archived. My evidence of us. Even if there's no us. I'm pathetic. I know. But these messages are all I have. So I keep them. Read them. Hope from them.