Great expectations
What was I expecting when I sent you that message? You hate that word, don’t you? Or you didn’t like it when I started to. Expect, that is. Well, when I sent you that message, I didn’t expect anything to come out of it. It was supposed to make me feel better—whether you replied or not. But it didn’t. And it didn’t make any difference when you called to say that you were already asleep when I sent the message. It felt like talking to somebody so far away from me. Almost like I was talking to a stranger.
