There's a certain type of pain that comes with disappointment. It centers in your chest and, depending on how deep the disappointment runs, keeps a firm grip on your heart as this pain, almost literally, pulls you with your hopes and dreams down.
...down.
Down deep into some obscure black pit of doubt and shame.
It saddens me greatly to see him live down to the rumors and expectations of others.
And the doubts I have about my own choices- when I was so certain that I saw someone better- only to be forced to accept that maybe it was naïve folly that clouded my better judgment...pains me.
This hurt. Is unlike any other.
Oh, how I hope it was worth it to you.
Cheers.
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