An antibiotics named disappointment

Honestly?

I feel frightened. I feel like crying. I feel afraid.

Even if you have been disappointed all your life, I don't want to be one of those to disappoint you. Yet I can't promise not to because I am, too, trying not to be disappointed again. I don't have the faith to fight this fear. This fear of being disappointed again. So, I may very well end up adding to your disappointment.

To him, you've changed. In a bad way too. And yes, to change for love is always, always cliche. And almost always a pithole designed for disappointment.

I don't want to be the one to disappoint you. This is one of the things I cannot afford too. To be the reason for someone else's disappointment.

Can you not wait for me? Yet, I have a feeling if we let it go, we may lose not just the battle, but the whole damn war. But I'm really scared, of hurting you and you hurting me.

Is this some kind of a sickness? Or just some stupid test that some people believe God puts us through?

I don't know if it's more apt to say 'sorry' or 'thank you'. I say nothing. Perhaps that's what you want from me too. To say nothing.