All too gladly, I played the fool. Too willingly did I trust. I should have known better, of course--such things just don't happen to me--but, I guess, for all my talk, my heart was vulnerable.

And yet, it was a gentle let-down, and swift. Perhaps it should have crippled me, but instead, it gave me strength, it gave me confidence. Such things don't happen to me? But, there had been evidence enough for me to believe it had. Which means, for me to have come to a conclusion like that, there must have been something to it. For a cynical person like myself to start to feel like I did, it couldn't have been all in my head.

All too gladly, I played the fool--too willingly did I trust... but it's a feeling I want to feel again and again.