Disappointment = Expectations/Reality
14/07/2013 Love is probably like a freshly-cut piece of cloth. Unprocessed, untouched, free from any sort of workmanship. It started off in its purest form after production, waiting to be worked on and transformed into something spectacular by eager hands. Everything is good; it always is in the beginning. But when the work starts, the wear on the piece of cloth starts. With craftsmanship that might not be up to par, the cloth begins fraying, tearing, ripping.. the list goes on. A pair of hands that had only wished for the best, might have dreamt a little big, demanded more and probably expected too much. Under circumstances like this, that pair of hands would most likely drown in disappointment if he/she did not achieve their visual goal. The higher the expectations, the greater is the disappointment. But also, if that pair of hands made the right cut, executed it with some patience, enjoyed the process with a dash love, and worked with a plain big heart, he/she would