I hate goodbyes.
I think everyone does. It’s nice to think that at least you’ll always have the memories. But when you’ve missed out on the memories that you could have had, you can’t help but feel a little saddened.
To think what could have been is a dangerous thing; it helps no one. But how do you think otherwise when you have to forget the one person you’d like to stay? How do you feel when you’ve just said goodbye? How can you not think of what you’ll miss?
All these questions and I have no answers. I suppose that’s why I have all these questions. And what would I do with the answers? There’s another question.
Regardless, I hate goodbyes.
Especially this one.