Unspoken expectations...

Watching the waves roll in and out, I feel my pulse slow, my toes sinking into the sand, my breath matching the rhythmic in and out of the moon.

I think back to when you told me you two had spoken on the hill. I can't remember if it was a passing comment or a knowing nod, but I remember it made me sick. Because you both had the chance. You both chose other paths, so you don't get to say that.... You don't get to say anything about unspoken expectations but obviously I do.

I expect that you are kind to your lover.

I expect that you are honest.

I expect that you don't ghost.

I expect that if you aren't feeling it, you let me go.

I expect that you don't sleep with your ex.

I expect that when you get a plus 1, you take me.... your girlfriend.

I expect that you act like an adult, emotionally regulate and practice distress tolerance.

I expect that you don't throw a tantrum or throw your food because you don't like it.

I expect that you show up when we have plans.

I expect that you speak needs and communicate like an adult.

I expect that you trust me when I have always shown you I am trustworthy through my actions.

I expect that you don't talk shit to all your friends about me.

I expect that you don't say mean things to me.

I expect that you don't body shame me.

So, this is just a start of the unspoken expectations that should never have to be spoken.... On the hill, or in bed or anywhere at any time.