Sometimes waiting and being disappointed was good, to remind me he didn't belong to me. Nothing belonged to me.

Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.

This is a major disappointment.

A pier is a disappointed bridge; yet stare at it for long enough and you can dream it to the other side of the Channel.

If our hopes are being disappointed just now, it means that they are being purified.

I belong to a confused nation which doesn't even know why do we even exist.