Goodbyes

This sounds cliché but I would rather say “see you later”

The thought of never being able to see them again or speak to them again is unbearable… I am okay until I remember that, and THEN I break to pieces.

I’ve never been good at goodbyes.

I hold on to small pieces and don’t let them go, like that one shirt that smelt like you or that piece of jewelry you always wore.

These things allow me to remember them, the good and the bad.

Maybe that’s okay.

Maybe I am bad at goodbyes but I will love you with all my heart until I can “see you later”