goodbyes

Love is proved the moment you let go of someone because they need you to.

When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.

You will never let go of the one thing that God keeps prompting you to fix.

Saying good-bye properly afforded me a measure of peace. It was a binding of a different sort, absent of the earth's power, but still hard proof that there is magic yet in the world.

And she kept following the truck, like we were a very small parade, waving and waving, until Frank took the curve in the road and then she was gone.

Sometimes saying 'goodbye' may be the best thing to say to someone!

The weird thing about saying good-bye is that it never gets easier.

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It always is harder to be left behind than to be the one to go...

Sometimes the hardest goodbyes are the ones never said, the ones that always just hang there in the back of the mind like a dark cloud. There's so much to say but no one to say it to because the person you want most to hear it is already gone. That's how he felt. Sorrow, regret, a wound so deep it didn't even bleed. Like a puncture wound, an ache that didn't heal but just hurt. He didn't know if he wanted it to heal. That'd be too much like a final goodbye.

I love you best, and I'll miss you forever.

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

You were the colors to my monochrome life. My morning light and my midnight dream. Flawed, yet whole. You used to think that you weren__ enough _ but you were enough for me. You were my first everything. My fire. My tornado. You were the eye of my storm. The moment I saw you, I knew you were going to destroy my life. But I let it happen. There was just something magical and outlandish about playing with fire that I couldn__ resist. I wanted to be as close as I could to the idea of destroying myself. It didn__ happen out of the blue. Day by day _ moment by moment, I started to lose myself. With every kiss, you took away a part of me. Until one day, I woke up and I wasn__ myself anymore. I never thought that a disaster could be so damn beautiful. I don__ regret it. But I regret waking up next to an empty bed and how unceremoniously you left when the damage was done. I saw your picture today, holding someone else__ hand. And it made me realize that some disasters don__ make a sound. Not every destruction stands still. Some of them might walk right past you.

He came up and kissed me on my forehead, and before he stepped away, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then, how his arms looked brown against his white shirt, the way his hair was cut a little too short in the front. Even the bruise, there because of me.Then he was gone.Just for that moment, the thought that I might never see him again_ it felt worse than death. I wanted torun after him. Tell him anything, everything. Just don__ go. Please just never go. Please just always be near me, so I can at least see you.Because it felt final. I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. That no matter what, we would be connected__y our history, by this house. But this time, this last time, it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different, there would be a mountain between us.I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn__ expect was to feel so much

I suppose in the end the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Death is easy, living difficult.

Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.