Expectations.

After awhile we start to hear the same things. we pick up patterns and notice how consistant the really are. the consistency leads us to believe that it's stable, and if you wait long enough it'll happen again. but when the consistency is ripped from beneath us, there's nothing we can do but fall. we hear the same things over and over again, not stopping to think. i love you. i've heard it once, i've heard it twice. i expect it to come again. but if it should fall into the blank abyss that grows between us, my world would sink in and i'd drown among the other mr. right nows that have passed me by. well that i love you i was expecting to hear never came. and i'm struggling to stay above the water, and i'm blinded with the water filling up my eyes. here's to you mr. right now. i knew you wouldn't stay. i knew you weren't consistant, but i hoped, i dreamed. but i guess that's all i can do in a world of pretend.