i expect too much.
i keep conjuring up some dream, some fairy tale, where the man i've been waiting for will sweep in and knock me off my feet.
such a thing is not humanly possible.
i've been hurt enough to know that if such a man existed, he would've been in my life by now.
And here i am, still crying myself to sleep nightly from the isolation, numb to the pain.
if he were in my life he would've helped me by now.
i keep expecting to turn a corner one day and him be there, waiting, but i know it won't happen because
i expect too much.
