Hope

I just finished reading We'll Always Have Summer, the last in Jenny Han's Summer trilogy. I'm truly grateful that I've read it. Because in some way, it has given me hope.

Having read the past two books in the trilogy and the synopsis for the latest book, one would know that it could only end in either one of two things. Over the past years, I think I've become a little cynical about love. I still believe in love, that's for sure. But over the years, I've put it in me to think that sometimes, love can't just be enough. Love is not necessarily always right. So I've approached the book with the understanding that it could very well end with Belly, the protagonist, choosing the more logical option. But I guess, 18 years of believing in the power of love and all that jazz cannot be automatically taken away just like that. And half of me still hoped that the story would end in a traditional happily-ever-after.

The book has given me hope. Theoretically, it shouldn't really matter. Everyone's experience with love is different. The author could have been just too romantic. Not everyone must be that lucky, right? But I'm still hopeful. Hopeful that when I find the great love of my life, it will endure. That because of love, everything, despite all things, will fall into place. That no matter what the circumstances, that love will be right.

Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. ~1 Corinthians 13:7