"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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life. lying on the grass in the park with good friends. doing nothing, saying nothing, just staring at the sky.

yesterday when he messaged me, my heart sank. you know, it's the 'i never want to hear from you again, why you message now?!' kinda feeling. today i've been hoping he doesn't again... to be honest, half-hoping that he'll message as well. hah. but nah, for the good of myself... it'll be better if i really don't hear from him again. i don't want this to linger and fester, but end while the good memories are still fresh in my head.

yes i made my decision, but i still miss him. and i never got the chance to watch him play at the pub. missed it thrice because i was busy with other things. i guess, that's my only regret?

goodbye to you. it was short, but sweet.