Goodbyes are unclear. Each time you wonder if it’ll ever be the same again, and you’re hurt when it won’t.
You wish that someday it’ll be the same. That he/she misses you as much as you do.
The wait kills you.
And eventually you become so used to the absence, that all you feel is numb.
Probably why nobody likes airports
They’re a reminder of impermanence. Of zero fixation.
Here’s another goodbye : )
Will it ever be the same again?