Expectations

Expectations. Frustrations.
Isn’t it just the same?
If I have the time to just over think everything and built up in my head scenarios of how certain events are to be led I just put myself to disappointment.
And it hurts. Even though I knew from the beginning that it was impossible!
There’s always a strange hope in the bottom of my heart.
That makes me human, I guess.
Although, I never cease to admit that I don’t want to be it.

The night didn’t go as I had played in my head.
No resemblance whatsoever.
Him disappearing out in thin air in made no sense. No sense at all.
At least I had fun. Or I would have been devastated after creating so many expectations.
That night was supposed to be the launching of something, a turning point.
The ‘click’ was to happen.
But in my foolish hurry to feel I forgot that’s not something I can plan.
I’ll let the stream flow by itself now; or at least I’ll try.
Just not to end frustrated once again.