the price for being wrong
One of the biggest things I hate being wrong about. And
I'll admit fully to myself as it dawns upon me. Because I'm
hardly if ever wrong when it comes to these sorts of things
Thinking so highly of someone and seeing a glimpse of
beautiful and wonderful in them, no matter what they
sometimes did that I'd still always smile, sometimes even
to myself and now realising I was mistaken.
I was wrong, wrong, oh so wronggggg!!!!!
And I feel undeniably and sadly let down.