I have to give it to me. I finally made a move, however last minute it may be, I actually made a move. It’s still saddening, but now I don’t have regrets. Or maybe I do. I forgot to give Mr. Jamaican Man. But it’s okay. There are other opportunities and ways to give Mr. Jamaican Man. I never thought I’ll actually miss him. He’s missable anyway. Everybody else thinks so. But I had to laugh at myself when I realized I’m running for the finish line. I didn’t know I was in a competition until the other came. I can’t say I got in last, but I didn’t feel I lost anyway even when I made the last move, I was still able to finish the race, right? I’m not making sense, I know. But this post is just something to make my previous post null and void. I was able to say what I needed to say and in return, I was checked and the last verse of track ten played in my head. I never thought it possible to be able to smile while your heart is breaking. The hardest part is not looking back. Now I’ll miss him all the more. And I won’t be able to forget the song.

Tears flood the streets at 3
Drowning out my broken heart
Loneliness spreads it’s arms
It embraces me.