'Jilted?'

Defeat comes in the unlikeliest of ways from the unlikeliest of places.

And there is absolutely nothing I can do.

Remember not that long ago though.. what has it been, only a few years? Anyway, yes.. that time, that feeling, that hope. You see.. hope is a fragile thing. hard to keep it protected, inspired, nourished. And a few years of everything changing is too long to keep it alive.

Abstractions.. i just remember thinking how i would not accept anything as the end ever. and should that end come.. not accept it as my end..