Love?

There is no feeling like disappointment. Disappointment for myself and for other people. Maybe I shouldn't set my standards too high for other people, then maybe I wouldn't be so let down.

Today I was told I didn't know the definition of love and I didn't know how to show it. At that very moment I knew we were on complete different sides of understanding, suddenly strangers, sadly so distant.

I know I'm sorry holds no meaning after having it be repeated over and over again, but I feel that's all I can say to explain my stupidity. Never live in regret but accept the situations and choices that were made.

I'm so sad, and the saddest part is, I chose to be.