Five long years in R have made me see more than my fair share of goodbyes. No, not so much that I start personifying them as I'd once feared, but thankfully enough that I figured I must be inured to it all by now.
Or so I thought until this morning.
I think I should've said something wildly inappropriate, just to ensure I wouldn't be missed. But I guess that would be thinking too highly of myself. Wishful thinking, as she used to point out.
As it stands, another addition to Famous Last Words today reads- To Mango: See you soon. (between two coaches aboard the slowly moving Jan Shatabdi)
Why did my playlist just play Bookends?
Or so I thought until this morning.
I think I should've said something wildly inappropriate, just to ensure I wouldn't be missed. But I guess that would be thinking too highly of myself. Wishful thinking, as she used to point out.
As it stands, another addition to Famous Last Words today reads- To Mango: See you soon. (between two coaches aboard the slowly moving Jan Shatabdi)
Why did my playlist just play Bookends?
2 comments:
Sentiness. Again. And who's Mango?
Dude just because I don't use a label called "senti posts" like you doesn't mean you should point out, right? :P
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