They told me to write another goodbye stories. For them, goodbye is a bliss, an unspoken word when you are in dire need of it.
We are still here - at the very same page of our togetherness. Nothing change. Except maybe, we don't talk much today or even yesterday and the day before that.
What happened to us exactly? Where were all those small talks we shared and laughed about? Where were I when you need me the most?
We even hide feelings from each other. I guess we even lied when we said we are okay when each of us ask on how we were doing. It's like distance even grew us apart, much farther than we could ever thought of.
And maybe, we are at that phase where; whatever may comes, may comes.
