When I was a kid, I had a field trip with my classmates in an amusement park. I was walking relentlessly when a certain doll caught my eye. For a child like me, acquiring it would be the greatest gift of all. And so my dad aka chaperone bought it for me.

I was enjoying my time at the park but I was already  imagining ways of how I would play with that doll as soon as I get home - I would comb its hair, fix it's make up and dress it all up.

I explored that park and rode the ferris wheel last.  It was the night I discovered that I have fear of heights. I was crying when we were on top of the wheel. Relief poured through me when the ride was over and I was just longing to go home.

On the way home, I opened my bag to look for my doll. To my utmost horror, it wasn't in the bag. It was then I realized that I left it in the ferris wheel. :(

The feeling of excitement and anticipation dissipated like bubbles in the wind. All that was left was major dissapointment and plain sadness.

Just like that doll, love has given me dissapointments. I expected and planned too much only for it to be taken away before things even began.  

In the end, I could say that life ***** sometimes. We can't change it. But we can control how we react to it.