My boyfriend has forgotten we are supposed to celebrate our 1st year anniversary tonight.
I can't believe it..
How do you define "disappointment"?
Does it come with tinges of blues and a faint piercing pain?
I don't know...
All I know is he has totally forgot about our plans...
After a long day of impatiently waiting for the work day to end, I relished the thought of celebrations..
He called whilst I was en route to the dinner venue.
He had to work late and I thought he was pulling my leg, and deep within me I was thinking, "he's gonna give me a surprise later by turning up unannounced"
But no.. he had forgotten the reason why we are dining out..
And was nonchalent about it.
I teared..
I hate myself for having high expectations of a good quiet romantic dinner.
I hate myself for being dependent on him to make me happy.
I went all the way to the venue.
Disappointment turns into anger. Anger dissolved into sad old blues by the time I window shopped around the shopping mall.
Got a Subway Melt as dinner.
Lotsa jalenos; they burned my tongue.
A stinging numbess.
Taste of disappointment?
I guess so....
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