"No sad faces, just sweet dreams" she said to me via text as she was drifting into sleepyland. And my reply, "cheers to another night without my arms around you." So I messed up. And I messed up real bad-like. Irrational behavior has caught up to me in some of the worst ways. Losing someone isn't easy. Trying to get them back is even more difficult. Of all the people I have met over the years, I can assure all of you, there is no one like this girl. Improbable? Maybe. Impossible? Not a chance. There is a fine line between reality and delusions. Fortunately I've learned exactly what that line looks like through my struggles. Its called probability. This word enables proper choice making, better planning for the future, and better opportunities for you as a person. Probability also opens new doors for lost souls. Calculate the probability in your head, then do whatever you believe is right. But probability does not always need to be the foreground for your decision making. Sometimes it is necessary to step out on a ledge and say, "putting faith in this would not be logical and the outcome expected would not be probable, but with every inch of strength I have, I am going to enable the probability of this situation working out to grow into something huge by making adjustments in my own self and following the paths that I am led on." "Cheers to another night without my arms around you" will hopefully soon just be another defenseless text sent in despair and anguish.