To explain what I need not explain...
When I was younger I never really understood the meaning of the word hope. I mean I always hoped I got a dog or a new bike, but I never truely knew what it meant. As I grew older I found out that there were many words that held deep meanings but I found that hope was right next to love and trust. Because surely you need trust to have love and you need hope to have that love and trust but I can't quiet figure out how three different words with there own completely different meanings could blend together to form a kind of hoop. Well, hope can cover ambition, dreams and expectations while trust covers people depending on, having faith in and relying upon and then you have love which covers everybodys adoration, affection, devotion and of course passion. So then you end up with all these different words and meanings. Everbody uses one or more of these terms within their lifetime, maybe some use it to do wrong. But i'm sure they are used more for good than bad. But all of which I have noted are only words, words that are written and spoken in different languages all over the world. But I have found a way to join those words together and create something more, something with absolute meaning and understanding. I have used this word my entire life and i've never really thought it out like this before. I guess I have never had to, never had to split it apart to see what I already new. But sitting here writing this now I feel that I have done it justice. '
'I hope in the following pages that you look and read upon, will show how my world, that could be caught in a dark and cold place, could easily be brought back into the light of goodness and peace. I have written many things in my journal that has meant so much to me and I hope that you are able to be with me as I re-travel them. I regret that I have little time and cannot complete my life up until the end of time but sometimes there is no justice but there is always something that outstands it, HOPE, and sometimes you can pass all that hope you have onto someone else. So read my story, of my life and everything that made it what was. What's the word that joins those three words that do but don't connect I hear you whisper. Well if you ask then, I must tell you. The word is Dean. My older Brother, my exsistance.'
The book is placed onto a table. A hand rests on it's leather cover. One man sitting beside it. Everybody around him listening to the music of the night.
" Honey." A tall, slim woman with short dark hair, wraps her arms around his shoulders." Are you coming to dance?"
He smiles. " Of course. It's my daughters wedding. That's my job."
She pulls him up and plants a kiss on his cheek." I love you ."
" I love you too." He watches her walk of towards the crowd and he rests his hand against the leather again.
Everybody in the world deserves more than one chance, be it for happiness or love. But there are others that are always giving it and not taking it. So I hope that you can understand my motives for what I have done and that you can have what you always gave me. A little bit of hope.'
He guides his finger against the writing on the cover. " I miss you Sammy."
The Journal Of Samuel Winchester
2008
I truely don't know where any of this came from but I just felt that I had to write and I didn't know where it was headed. So be you like, love or hate it. I just know that I feel better for writing what I needed to write at this moment in time.