Shakespeare was right

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!