They say you'll feel like shit when you get disappointed by the one you love and nothing will ever feel worse than that. But today, I've gotta say there's something much worse than feeling disappointed.
It's the feeling when you found out you disappointed the one who loves you. Not a fantastic feeling at all. Zero. Not even a inch near feeling good.
Somehow I've learnt, regardless of who you love and who loves you, it's never good having to disappoint someone or to have been disappointed by anyone.
Things changes, people goes but never for once forget that in some tiny part of someone's life, you're still there, deep down, never forgotten. Because in our lives, they're also deep down, never once gone away.