You told me many times that you will keep on coming back after bidding your countless goodbyes.
Because uttering those words didn't mean farewell.
So, havoc crept in me when you're holding a duffel bag instead of waving your right hand. When you flashed a melancholic smile instead of plastering your grins. When you slam the door behind us instead of just closing it slowly and quietly.
I wish I was prepared to witness all of those. I wish I knew that you'll get tired of saying goodbye. I wish I knew that this love won't last.
I wish.. I was brave enough to accept it.
Because now.. it really means farewell.
- farewell, know that I'm wishing you well.
