Dear Tree, Oh Wrong Tree, Oh You Very Wrong Tree,
Show yourself. Show yourself now, while I still know better. Show me how wrong you really are, so I can stop barking up you.
At the turn of the year, I vowed to stop barking up the wrong trees. And if you are wrong, I want to be right. I'll stop right now.
But I am persistent and patient. I have faith in you. I see the best in you. I won't automatically know that you're wrong. You have to show me. You have to really show me.
If you leave me, I won't beg you to stay. I won't try to prove myself to you. I'll let you go. I won't hold out hope.
But you have to leave me. Leave me, and I'll accept it. Don't stick around and give me hope, or pull me by a string, by the thread by which I hang.
Tell me to leave and I will go.
But you have to tell me. Otherwise I'll stay.
Because although every tree always turns out to be the wrong one, I always hope that the next one will be the right one. And I'll believe that you are right, until you prove to me that you are oh so very wrong.
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