It doesn't make me happy...that one of your bubbles burst once more.
It doesn't make me proud...that I've known it would happen soon enough.
I would have wanted to be the one proven wrong.
It makes me sad, that you had to go through that to realize some truths about this brave new world you've moved in. I would have wanted my word to be enough to describe all the colors of the rainbow, but you had to see. Such is the price of knowledge, such is the cost of experience.
But I am relieved, somehow. That it happened that way. That my worst, extreme fears are just that, imagination of a dirty old mind. That it was a gentle bursting. That it was timely.
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