Addicted to Expectation

Ash

I dated a girl. She was very close to the ideal for me. At the beginning, she even said that if ever I felt it wasn’t working, I must say so, and we could figure it out – split – amicably. Respectfully.

When I told her that it wasn’t working for me, there was month of silence-filled conversations and tears enough to un-drought California.

Her expectation for the relationship and me was, sadly, misplaced. Expectation and imagination overwhelmed reality.

We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.

Samuel Johnson

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