It is sometimes magical and sometimes tiring, how life reconnects lost pieces back together. Life keeps giving me pieces I lost. But some pieces, I lost for good. We were lost for good. But losing you again feels more painful, pain all over again but worse. Because this time you showed me auras and moonstones and colors the sky painted as the sun went down.
yes, just like how the sky is most beautiful when the sun is about to leave, you and I are more and more beautiful as we are closer and closer to the goodbye.
The second goodbye.
We can always ask life for a second chance. But for a third? It is almost never. We shall encounter again. We might but mostly I am not sure.
But whatever it is, I just want you to know that I always wished you good and better. If I ever convinced you otherwise is a mistake. Your existence is a flattery and mine is a scandal. And I want us to end well. We started well at least on my end, for I am not good at reading your emotions. We got better each day and I hope we will end well.
A good goodbye is all I can ask you. And so I do.
Please give me a goodbye I shall never forget.
