Ex abundantia enim cordis os loquitur.

At the very beginning it was all love letters and love notes full of pure hopes and dreams. Everything was ideal, a dream come true; I don’t think I could have come up with anything better even if I had tried. It seemed like my Prince Charming had appeared upon the scene of my life bringing with him a promise of security, a stand of uncompromising standards, selfless love, certainty.

Sometimes I feel bitter about how things have changed over the years. At times even jaded when I remember how my heart felt genuinely broken for the first time. It’s bemusing how years of romantic words and promises can be nullified by just one single instance. One single conversation. One single honest, hurtful letter.

It is still a journey for us. A very realistic one now.

The disappointment crushed me because I had a set of expectations, and I was let down. I have realised though, that it’s not that I should lower my expectations. It’s more like, I need to adjust the kind of expectations I have.

Through my disappointment, I have learned, that only God is sufficient. Even the man whom I regard(ed) so highly can fail me. Because at best, he is still only a man. And we are all in need of grace and forgiveness from one another.

Certainty cannot be found in anyone less than God himself.