I never know how to say goodbye. Either at times I choke up and cry or I try to sustain what I am feeling until I am out of sight. For a girl who has moved 13 times in her life, you would think that goodbyes would be easy.
What I have been thinking recently is of all the people who have entered and left. One day they were there, the next they were gone. Sometimes with a goodbye and most of the time, not. Then my thoughts lead into thinking…
Relish the moments that you spend with people that have changed your life and the way you view things. Enjoy the moments when they made you laugh. Remember those inside jokes that were said or those drowsy 2 a.m. philosophical talk, where the meaning of life was brought up and where you saw yourself in 10 years. These moments will be the ones that you will look back on, instead of remembering the way goodbye was said. These moments were the meaning of the relationship, and if goodbye was said in a rough way, still look back on the relationship for what it was and what it taught you.
People enter and leave, at times quietly and at others like a boomerang.
I just know that I will never be good at goodbyes.