Everyone has them.
You place them on yourself, if you’re lucky enough to be with someone who seems not to have any of you. You feel the ones placed on you by your upbringing, by society.
You try to live up to said expectations, and even when you realize they’re entirely too unreasonable, you still blame yourself for failing.
Ok, wait. Maybe that’s just me.
He seems (and claims) to have no expectations, of me, of what our friendship, our potential relationship should be. I seem to function better when I know what’s expected of me.
And yet, I’m terrified to ask again, if indeed he has developed expectations. If he has some that he doesn’t want to share. Because I’m scared I won’t live up to them, the way I can’t seem to live up to my own.