Anticipation is a bastard. He sneaks up on you and worms his way into your chest, undetected until the moment fate charts him a new course and he swoops off leaving a gaping, vacuous hole in your chest where he had been living with hope.
It's nobody's fault, it's just the nature of Anticipation.
Amended to add - it's really ok. Sometimes you just need to get the feeling out. Catharsis and all that. Plus being able to put a name and description to that which ails you can be healing. Gonna go enjoy the sunshine for awhile.