Expectations

In the beginning…

…it wasn’t his kiss that left me breathless.

It was the thought of what the kiss could mean.

In the middle…

…it wasn’t his presence that made my life beautiful.

It was the thought of what his presence should mean.

At the end…

…it wasn’t his words that left me broken.

It was the thought of what his words would (always) mean.

Rachel | September 18, 2009 at 5:13 pm | Reply

It seems sometimes mourning the loss of POSSIBILITY is almost as hard (or maybe even harder) than mourning the loss of something tangible.
ieishah | September 19, 2009 at 12:07 am | Reply

love this.
Adorably Bitter | September 19, 2009 at 7:55 pm | Reply

So true… We take sheds and make them castles in our heads. And when the shed shatters down, it feels like we’ve lost a whole castle.
dhaami | September 20, 2009 at 9:10 am | Reply

I always find letting go of an ideal always harder than letting go of reality. .. love the way you express.
amber | September 20, 2009 at 10:41 pm | Reply

Completely agree with dhaami. Long after my first & only lover left me, it was the idea of what I thought we had that haunted me. The reality sucked, and I should have been glad. The heart is blind.
Zubair | September 25, 2009 at 11:59 am | Reply

This article is so simple and genuine, yet its so lovely!!..
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Angela | April 7, 2011 at 10:35 am | Reply

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