Disappointment

The colours of disappointment:



She was supposed to be here. Oh, well. This is what disappointment feels like, I guess.

I had so much to say when I started. But, the sheer triviality of the rule that has ruined this weekend for us leaves me without a word. She must be feeling much worse.

The worst part about this is that when you feel bad, and the other person feels bad, and it is nobody's fault, a hug makes everything go away. But, this whole thing is about the hug that was not to be. We find ourselves 1500 miles apart. She did not have six months on her passport, when we asked for four days together.

Oh, well.