Sometimes, the thing you thought you had, turns out to be different from what you thought it was.
Sometimes that’s a good thing.
Like when you had that lump.
You worried for weeks. Lost sleep. Started putting your affairs in order.
But when you finally got it checked out it turned out it was not a problem at all.
Sometimes it’s a bad thing.
Like that time when you thought you’d found love. You lost sleep then too, but for different reasons. At the end of that though there was no relief.
Just pain and heartache.