I like it, as it is a battle between what one feels and hat one hopes. There are two voices at work here, that of hope and that of probability. Part of her understands the chances are slim, but the other part wants to believe. he finds rationalizations to hold on. She is at the end of the rope, that last stand as the speaker calls it. She's held on to that hope for so long, the very act of holding has become a part of her nature, and if she completely gives up, admits it is hopeless, then what, how does she fill the void left when that last strand is severed? It's the complete loss of hope, of any chance of this fellow coming too and seeing her for ho she is...who she thinks she is. That is what hurts, that complete admittance that it is over and time to move on. It's a dramatic move for her.

It is a well written piece and though the topic is certainly not original, as lost love is to none of us who has written it (and I have before,) the style is well done, being handled far more creatively than this genre usually is. What am I trying to say? You don't know? Drats, you were my last hope! lol. No, what I am saying is, though its a well traversed genre, you made it real, made it personal and made it feel important. That is what good writing does,