I will be the first to say I get nostalgic for naivety.
I miss the days of believing evil was just the arch-nemesis of happily ever after, confined to story books and Disney movies.
I wish I didn't have to worry about walking to my car alone in a dark parking lot,
or leaving my bedroom window unlocked so I can take in the essence of the (biannual) rainfall,
or trusting the simplest gesture of a stranger.
But while I understand the necessity for opposition in all things, it doesn't make the sting of deception any less disheartening.
When we're children, our biggest disappointment is not getting dessert after dinner.
Then we come of age in which decisions over our eating habits become dependent on our own discretion.
Yet our letdowns progress to amplify themselves immensely.
And suddenly we're wishing our dilemmas were over that stupid piece of cake.