“All we have is what’s between hello and goodbye.”
– Anonymous
As much as I dissuade myself from saying hello,
I detest saying goodbye even more.
That’s the thing with being selectively social,
you end up breaking your heart either way.
There is either the empty loneliness or the heavy pain of goodbyes.
But why are goodbyes so hard anyway?
They are not the quick merciful snap of scissors,
but the long-drawn pull of your strings which makes you ache for long after.
Why we you feel that sense of anxiety at leaving home,
when you know you are just stepping away to build a future within that house?
Why do we feel that kick-in-the-gut, squeeze-of-the-heart pain,
that makes you feel empty and full to the brim with tears at the same time?
Why is that we live in the constant fear of having to someday, sometime, somewhere
say goodbye to someone we aren’t ready to?
Maybe because we are never ready,
and that’s what makes the hellos even harder.
