Upon Expectations and Its Anticipations

I love you

So let me disappoint you

I’ll ask you out for an impromptu date on Saturday night

And the place we’re in would be way too packed with rumbling noises and fluorescent lights

The chips we eat would be too salty and the velvet chair we sit on would feel so itchy

On the way home it would start to rain

And by seconds it sure would turn into hurricane

.

I love you

So let me disappoint you

On your birthday I would give you an elegant black watch when all you really want is the casual red

You would lead me for a make out on the couch and I would slowly tilt for a peck on the forehead

The cake would be way too sweet

When what you’re craving for is a hot-grilled meat

.

I love you

So let me disappoint you

I would have an emotional outburst and yell at you to go away

You then would have to convince me by breaking the walls in order to stay

You know, sometimes feeling are just so easy to miscommunicate

And the mind sometimes happen to also misinterpret without bother to elucidate

You would have no idea what to do

And I would helplessly too

.

But I will love you

And you will love me too

So let me disappoint you

And I will let you do so too

[a short prose inspired by Jody Picoult's quote in Handle With Care, "I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you; you'd be disappointed." It took me awhile to finally understand that it is the nature of human to love and to expect--thus, to also be disappointed. We can't love without expecting and vice versa. While we should not take anything for granted--including love, I hope this piece of writing can give you a clearer and brighter glimpse of how to react to the condition given.]

Between the Horizon

You are the sky
That dressed me up in constantly-changing yet equally amazing fantastic views I gratefully glorify
For I never had colors of my own
For what I am solely reflects your current tone
Sometimes I’m blue
And that’s because you’re made of bright hue and fresh morning dew
Sometimes I’m intense yellow
And that’s because you think I look good impersonating a meadow
Sometimes I’m purplish pink
And that’s because your laughter choked at the idea that we’re each other’s summer fling
Sometimes I’m bloody red
And that’s because, I don’t know—are you gloomy and depressed?
Sometimes I’m darker than black
That’s when all of a sudden you turn your back
You’re the only reason behind the rise and withdraw of my tide
You give me patterns and colors as identity
I wear your soul as my personality
From daylight
To the night
.
And I am the sea
Full of waves that never stop screaming for more of your exotic unknowns to pursue
Screaming for more of your tomorrows to get through
Screaming for more of nothing else but you