HALT.

I just read something that I feel will haunt me for the rest of this evening, if not my following existence.
I've been cheated out of something wonderful.
But I was the one that cheated.
Cheated is such a demanding word. And I don't think I can legitimately use it. But for some demeaning reason, it fits. This. Right now.
I denied myself something for the right reasons, but was it the wrong thing to deny?
Is this how it ends?