To be let down by someone you loved and trusted is one of the most miserable feelings in the world. He’s not perfect but in your mind and in your heart, you like to think that he was. Then you place him on a pedestal..to be exalted, to be honored. The problem comes when it hits you in the face that your god had clay feet. He was only human, after all. But still, disillusionment makes your head heavy and your eyes glittery with tears. You begin to think to yourself, am I that naive, that blinded? And you realize that all along you knew, you just refused to see it..thinking that if you ignore it then maybe, just maybe it’ll all go away, just fading away like some bad dream. And now that you’re aware of it, you still refuse to do something about it…afraid of change..of the feeling of having the rug pulled from under your feet.