Im' sorry I disappointed you- it wasn't intentional, if that makes any difference. The truth is, I let myself down every day. Am I confident in my decision? Barely. Ever since that bittersweet Sunday, my dreams seem to be trapped in the silky spiderweb of guilt. 

If the path has been chosen, why is my mind still floating somewhere in between? Maybe I lost you for good this time, and maybe it's all for the best- you've been released. Will I find the strength to whisper your name again, will I find the courage to dial your number or look at you in the eye? I doubt it.