domestic expectations

saturday 14th february 2004 @ 16:23

don't talk to me. i will want to reply. i might say something i later regret. like how i don't think you really care because i didn't get a valentine from you. like how we went shopping for a gift for me because you had nothing to wrap and give. and you spent too much out of guilt not love. like how i expected to spend valentine night curled up with you blissfully in domestic heaven and yet as with every other night i am alone while you pretend that the game is reality and i play second fiddle to a fantasy.

i fell again into the trap of my own expectations. sometimes hope only leads to disappointment.