Happiness is such a fleeting emotion. It never ceases to amaze me. The wonderful butterflies and feelings of lighthearteness that come at the beginning to end in a pang of confussion and pain. Unsure if the transient emotion is worth anything at all. I'm referring to that emotion called 'love' and/or 'infatuation'. I let you decide. Part of my being would like to believe in the fairy-tale kind of love, but reality of life is that it seldom occurs that way. The beginning is sweet as honey but the ending is so abrupt it leaves you with a consternation so deep, you don't know which way to look. The perturbation is so great you can't seem to figure out where things went wrong. The moment you reveal yourself and become vulnerable and when you think you are protected from harm, out comes the dagger straight to shatter that fragile part of the being where all sorts of emotions, fears, hopes, dreams are stored, 'the heart'. Here you go once more to collect the scattered fragments and piece it back together once you feel you have the energy and the will to handle it. I'm delaying my task for sometime. I don't have the time and the fortitude to do it once again. I'm taking another delay in hopes that the wounds can heal and not feel so defeated. I will rise again from my ashes, but in the meantime I must rest.