Goodbye isn’t final, it isn’t a finish line you have to step over in order to forget.
See, you can’t unlove someone.
You can’t get their scent out of your pillowcases, can’t unlearn their name and forget what it felt like to be immersed in the hope and beauty of another human being.
People never stay gone.
They show up in street corners, they show up in familiar laughs and the booth at that one restaurant where you first held their hand.
Goodbye isn’t as simple as many make it seem; goodbye isn’t really goodbye, not for someone who still cares.
Not for the person left in the aftermath of a hurricane they once loved.
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