I wish.
(is hypothetical) and lovely. It also smells like the empty night air and feels like a miss when trying to tie loose ends.

Minus 3+1 (weeks) and counting.
This year has been rather [insert word here], and I'm not going to miss it.
It turns out you find out (quite) who your friends are, and who's really been the big bad wolf(ves)

Strangely, I recollect something I read quite some time ago. It's not really related to what I'm going through right now, but it basically said that the anticipation for something sometimes drastically underminds the thing itself. And that jocks are horrible tennis players (I learned That from personal experience)