People are forever disappointing us and I think it is because we expect too much.

Because maybe you want them to be Autumn jumpers and hot chocolate at Christmas but all they really can be is the smell of suncream and sand in your shoes and walks on the beach that end when summer does.

Maybe you want them to be the one you bring home to dinner but all they really can be is broken, whispered promises on your pillowcase and a tangle of bedsheets and messy emotions.

Maybe you want him to be your prince but all he really can be is a knight in shining armour that saves the damsel from throwing herself from the roof of her tower, but then rides off into the sunset alone without a second glance over his shoulder when he realises she needs to be saved more than once.

Maybe you want them to be more, but they can't be more and they never will be more and the sooner you realise this, the sooner you'll abandon your expectations and it'll stop hurting quite so much when people aren't what you want them to be.