Sadness is something I have begun to except and understand is apart of me.
It smothers me, can shock me in spasms that rupture my physical aspect.
Everyone can feel the sudden complexity of unknown sadness.

When I read or watch a film this opens up the potential of this emotion.
Unable to cry for my own sorrows I will relate to another in a fiction form.
I will feel their pain, revere it.

So I guess what I am trying to say is, right now I feel incredibly sad.

Rumours are such fickle things, yet they can harm a persons perception in an instant.

Yet why when I try to avoid coming to terms with them, do I reject any possibility?

Because I don't want to consider them.

I don't want to believe that this can flaw a personality of another.

I was told be on guard.

What have I done?

I let myself hope that perhaps,

I am not incapable of that feeling after all.