All day I was
waiting for an email.
It never
came.
Now what?
I really
wanted sunny weather on Sunday.
Got
disappointed.
Non-stop rain
and my plans all drowned.
'That party
will be the best one ever.'
It turned out
different.
Tremendously boring and me feeling agitated.
I was hoping the new shoes would make me happy.
They did, but
only for a little while.
Back to
emptiness.
I was
convinced to meet my perfect match.
I was wrong.
Now lonelier than ever.
Shakespeare
once said, 'expectations are the root of all heartache'.
He was
right.
They're killers of magic!
