I don’t like goodbye. Precisely, to told goodbye.
I don’t like illusion which followed the word. I feel like I still stick in same place when somebody already make a move.
I didn’t grow when someone catch another experience. I wasn’t someone to keep.
I am afraid of unstable environment, but I don’t like a stable life.
I’d rather to be the one who said goodbye not the one who told goodbye.
The selfish I am.
Either we are ready or not for overcome separation, with or without goodbye, life always goes on. That something we couldn’t bargain.