Goodbyes come as a simple packet of sweet words, bound together by the harsh acknowledgement of one's detachment from said significant others. They hurt especially so -accordingly- to the said significant other's attachment to said subject giving the goodbye... it isn't exponential, nor arithmetic, it's just a hurt that you can somehow anticipate yet can never really prepare for, as much as you steel yourself. But let us try...

I say my goodbyes as a last attempt to erase you from memory. There will be a time when what I'm going to say will be most appropriate... as I will say that you have been so significant in my life that it tears me apart to say farewell. Why? Because perhaps I have grown far too fond of you and the fact that we will part ways and forget about each other makes it even more unbearable. I am sure of one thing in this world and that is, no good thing lasts forever -- our union is no different, it will fade in time and as much as you cheerily say I'm an idiot for saying that it won't last, I've experienced far too many goodbyes to make me doubt my judgment.

So let me just say my farewells and leave it at that. I do not want to cling to a false hope of our union lasting for more than it can possibly can... it will just hurt more when reality comes in and hacks that dream away. I will always have the lonely road ahead of me as it calls me eternally, in search of something always fleeting -- always out of sight and you, well, you will have a happy life ahead of you as you will probably find joy in the arms of another person who will love you possibly more than I can ever do. Let's leave it at that then.

Don't let the tears in my eyes fool you, this is what... I... want. Yes, indeed. This is the right thing to do. It's better to just leave everything and keep a happy memory of our times together rather than have it last longer with pain waiting at the end of the road. Worry not however for I will never forget you... I'm not running away because I want to forget you, no, far from it. I'm running away because in the root of it all, I cannot bear the fact of not being with you. Strange? Not really, I'm just going to run as far as I can to make it more bearable. This is what's best... yes.

Crap, apparently I am not as prepared as I thought... My words are shaky, my resolve is unsure and it's hurting more than I had anticipated. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet so I'll cut this short... til another day when I will be. Let's leave it at that.