"Don't let your friends tell you you're as good as single"
Do you want me to come at all?
I'm having second thoughts. I don't see the rationale behind travelling halfway around the world for you.
And not for him.
And I certainly do not know why I was looking forward to it. I even crafted an elaborate lie to hide my travel plans.
I'm too rash. I'm too impulsive.
And one day, when I finally wake up from this heartaching nightmare, I'll hate myself so much more.
This, I don't look forward to.
Though it'd be real nice to be enlightened someday, I just hope it's not too late.
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I miss you.
