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Goodbyes are final. The first goodbye is so easy because there isn't the chance of knowing you won't see the person again. It's only when you realize it becomes the last one, that is where it becomes so painful.
Knowing someone enough where saying goodbye is so hard is beautiful, but cruel. I want to bottle them up and keep a piece of their existence with me at all times, so it doesn't hurt so much. Is that selfish?
Mourning someone in death is hard enough, but it seems like mourning the living kills more. Seeing someone move on without a second thought of what could've been, I envy the heartless. Is that selfish?
I've lost a lot in my short existence, but most are still around. Just not around me. Some never even said goodbye. I don't know if that was any better.
I don't want to say goodbye anymore, but it has become as easy as saying hello.
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Comments (1)
Hello is hard for me, goodbyes are difficult. I'm sorry for your loss!