I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.

Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.

Everyone wanted me to feed them that story—darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.

..if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a
hurricane.

The less you expect from people the less chance of disappointment!

I'd never been a big fan of disappointment.