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.


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