The famous Shakespeare stated, “Expectation is the root of all heartache,” yet too often, we build expectation without realizing it.

The expected narrative is rooted in each subtle exchanges, somehow the expectation no longer centered around Another but rather, towards oneself.

Time goes by and somehow, I find myself sitting, wishing, waiting for the hypotheticals to finally become a reality.

Yet rather than the ‘we’, the questions revolve around “could I? Have I? Should I? Shouldn’t I?”

The capital I somehow turns into the main character, leaving the Other crushed with unmet storyline