Every time, I think everything's just perfect! Then after, I see how it wasn't at all. This time, it really seems too good...but I just end up telling myself it's still going to end up the same way and that once I'm over it I'll see the holes. Even though a part of me thinks that's not true, - I just don't know if it's the stupidly optimistic, naively hopeful part of me; or the perceptive part.
One thing that I always tell myself does apply: this far, I've been greatly blessed. Which is the only way I can reconcile breaking my own quick-to-love, sentimental heart how I tend to do, every time.
