ramblings of a restrained heart

I hope but I do not expect. For who am I to expect when there is no right given for expectations.

I hope but I do not expect. For who am I in his eyes but a mere stranger – nobody in particular and everybody in general.

I hope but I do not expect. For to expect would be to entail some form of commitment and to hope is all that is possible at this point.

I hope but I do not expect. For hopes are all I can have when I am forever bound by the rules the mind exacts.

I hope but I do not expect. For to hope gives a fifty-fifty chance – it might and it might not.

I hope but I do not expect. For to hope means lesser hurt than to expect. Lesser heart aches. Lesser heart breaks.

-Heart-