The
Wish Tree (and I will not stop calling it the WISH tree just because it's a
religious concern) made its first impact on me prior to its debut today.
“I
wish to make up with my best friends. [I’ll be gathering all the courage I
need, until then]”
I,
on the other hand, do not wish to make up with my best friends.
.
.
.
.
.
Because
we all agreed that we won’t call ourselves that.
So
here’s my virtual wish to be hung on the tree:
I
wish to make up with my close, close friend and kill the awkwardness and can
only hope that my ego dies then. Because I miss my friends.
Sorry
L
xom.
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