Like, I wished for so long in my tenth grade year that somehow, this boy that I had really liked after he decided he was going to give up on liking me would somehow come out of the woodwork and find me and start liking me again. I had harbored feelings for him for so long that I just wished and wished and wished that he would come back. Well, probably three days into my summer vacation my sophomore year, I got an instant message from my friend, Brant, saying that this boy had been asking about me and wanted to kind of get back in touch. I honestly just couldn't believe it. It was what I had wished for for a long time.
Or when I had accomplished something in high school that I wanted to prove to myself that I could do, and when I did, I couldn't believe it.
I just had one of those moments. I honestly thought I was hallucinating. Granted, it wasn't life changing or anything, but about twenty minutes afterwards, I seriously questioned my sanity.
Really? Really, though?
You have got to be kidding me.