Expectation

Fine. I’ll let go of the hope.  Bring on the pain.

They say hope for the best and expect the worst.

So I have my expectations.

I expect that I won’t hear from him when I move out. I won’t see him anymore because we don’t have that many mutual friends anymore. I don’t expect him to come to my social gatherings, although I will always invite him.

I don’t expect us to have movie nights like he says we will.
I don’t expect him to invite me over for dinner the way he says he will.

I expect that when I move out I will be moving out of his life.

I hope for otherwise but if it’s Hope I have to let go of... then I’m only left with expectations.