It starts little by little.
Not unlike drops of cold water on warm bathwater.
The drops of disbelief-belief start making you cold.
You choose to look at the bigger picture, trying to come up with a better story.
Inevitably there is something missing: That next step envisioned.
One by one fingers loose grip.
You resist to fall. You dread falling. You have fallen before.
Which one is more unsettling?
Thinking that this time you had reason to hope?
Thinking that you should not hope?
You promise once again not to be naive, not to hope.
But you know that you will.
Life tricks you like that.
