All day I was waiting for an email.
It never came.
I really wanted sunny weather on Sunday.
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!