Good byes

  “are goodbyes ever easy?”

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“no, they are not supposed to be.”

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“i’ll miss you. i suppose, i’m myself the most when i am with you, you know?”

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“it’s okay.”

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that was my last conversation with him. letting go is probably the most difficult thing to do. deep down, all you want is to hug that person tightly and tell them to stay, but you smile and wish them luck instead.

it’s not easy for you to make bonds and get close to people. you get attached too quickly, and then you try to hold on to them, for as long as you can.

with them, you feel like yourself. you share the same kind of taste in music and you find comfort in each other’s presence. you don’t smile the same way, with anyone else. you have so many memories together, and all you want is to run back to that familiar feeling.

life is never constant. people come and go. it haunts us when people leave, but we can carry only so much hurt and heartbreak in our palms, and we eventually heal. we start over and give new definitions to things that meant something else.

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“will life ever be the same?” he had asked.

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truth be told, it won’t be but you can’t run back to it because it feels safe. maybe, some things end to make way for better things.

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“goodbyes are more than just endings,” i replied.

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