I suppose I was mistaken. Plans made on Friday for Saturday….promises broken….feelings of disappointment….feelings of unimportance…..feelings of loneliness again descend.
I suppose I was mistaken. When I speak to someone I assume they are going to be listening….not walk away with their own thoughts on their own agenda….their own plans…their thoughts jumping ahead of my words.
I suppose I was mistaken. I thought that people who loved and cared for one another still spoke to one another on the phone…not just dropping their news through a text message that can be read into since the feelings of the spoken word are not conveyed through short, quickly typed out messages.
No. I am not mistaken. Hurt, disappointed, somewhat angry, tearful and lonely….but not mistaken.