I wish.
That must be the most used and abused go-to phrase of mine.
I wish.
And despite knowing that this ain't a fairytale, I go on wishing.
I wish I had ceased the first chance I had. Or even the second one. I was waiting for what? A third chance that will probably never come.
I wish I had the nerve to walk up to her and tell her my feelings.
I wish I was a better person to the ones who had actually cared.
I wish I could go on pretending we were okay.
I wish I was the smart and confident person she thought I was.
I wish.
Yeah I wish for a lot many things.
Too many things.
Impossible things.
And yet.
I wish.
#reverie
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