Dancing in the Dark

So it turns out the naysayers might have been right.

Only a fool thinks you can return to the scene of the crime and not find the same intersection, even if the hurt and disappointment have been paved over.

Regular readers who've gone on record as saying that they don't enjoy my posts when I'm happy and giddy can rejoice.

Optimism has left the building, replaced by regret and melancholy.

Just when I thought I was finally done with all that.

But if my disconsolate posts please you, dear reader, I don't need to know about it.

And if you're waiting for me to tell you I'm happy to give you what you wanted, that's not going to happen, either.

Sometimes we get what we deserve. And sometimes we don't.

But I wouldn't wish sadness on anyone, least of all for the sake of a poignant read.