And then I laughed.

Laughed at the thought of him.

Laughed at my stupidity, my naivete; at my mistake.

I laughed the shattered dreams I once tried to nurse back to health.

I laughed at the fact that I had dared to hope.

I laughed as tears began to spring from my eyes, but I laughed anyway.

I laughed at the face of society as it continues to mock me.

I laughed like a madman all the way home.