the first goodbye is when i looked into your eyes and couldn't see the spark anymore,
the second is when you started those long reasoning in each of your absence,
third, fourth, fifth, every time you said you would come but you didn't,
sixth is when you waved your hand at the pavement and i knew it meant more than that,
seventh is when my existence became a mere name,
and last, last is when you finally coming out with excuses it is not working out and i realize what makes it hurt is because you thought i didn't see it coming.
