• Life is disappointing sometimes; i am one who can say this. When all that keeps you surviving the day is the expectation of something that eventually isn’t to come, your breath is cut in defeat. Your head sinks into your chest, and you momentarily are at a loss as to what to do next.
    But then you just smile, -I do-, and say to yourself: ‘He’s gonna write tomorrow’, and just keep on going to your every day chores, singing a bright little jingle under your breath. You sigh, and then you smile again.
    The next day, same time, (oh delight!) there it is. The oh so expected letter. ‘I knew it’, -you’d say- ‘I knew it’.