I was never the diligent kind of person who could get themselves out of bed before 12 PM during summer break, so I'd always brush her off and say, "Yeah, maybe."
Then the next day, she'd try shaking me awake by saying, "But you said you'd go eat brunch with me," and I'd sleepily mumble, "I'm sorry, I'm too tired," and fall back asleep. I think I vaguely remember her disappointedly saying a few things before going back on her computer, but I'm not sure.
And you know, I kind of wish now that I'd gone to eat brunch with her at least once.
Sometimes, I can't help but notice the finality in everything you do, no matter how little that might be.
I was gonna write something more, but I can't find my words today. So maybe next time.