When it finally came, when you told me it was time to go, it reminded me how much I hate goodbyes. And when you left, I remembered how much we never know when “goodbye” is, and when the next “hello” will be. Is this feeling a warning to me? It’s like the remnants of my being have been carved out, like someone stored them away and quietly whispered “these will be of later use”. It’s a sickening feeling, the waiting and dreading of goodbye. And it is sick how much we dread goodbye and never focus on the “hello”. How ignorant sometimes, we can be. How we think of others too much and of ourselves, too little. How we have to be careful with what we say, but always go beyond limits to what we must do. How we, at the end of the day are so confused on right from wrong. Yes, when it finally came, when you tapped me on my shoulder and walked out of my life, it reminded me this goodbye didn’t matter, and no goodbye’s matter, because those who say goodbye and leave you behind never cared enough to keep you in their “hello”.
I really want to practice my writing skills and I like the feeling of writing a physical letter opposed to e-mails. I feel that writing an actual letter is more meaningful so I want to write to you guys.
Just send me a letter at:
PO Box 17521 Milliken Wells PO
CANADA M1V 5M5
and I’ll write back to you!