The truth about our greatest and most genuine goodbyes is that they are truly more like hellos.
Her sadness won’t last
she’ll leave you in the past
It’s you that will suffer
using them as a buffers
We become the guy at the party still doing keg stands.
I get homesick sometimes, sure. I miss my mom, my friends, Brooklyn-style pizza. But then I remember that I made the decision to get on a plane and fly halfway around the world to take a job that will undoubtedly change my life and my future for the better.
Somewhere in between here and there is the last three years of my life, and in between now and the next three are the choices I’ll make once I finish this tea. And that’s terrifying.
I won’t write about my personal relationships because the ink would make a mark far too dark and bleed completely through to the next page and it would then become too impossible to erase, and sometimes I just need to erase it.
I gave you something special but at the time I didn’t have a serious talk to you about what we were going to be or how this would work. Instead, I just went with the flow.
The small town shaped me to the person I am today. It’s giving me the opportunities to travel, it’s given me the desires I feel inside me and it’s given me the heart that always throbs for more.
Your fingers were saying goodbye
To each notch in my spine.
Like you were writing a resignation letter
Straight to my bones,
An apology for leaving half-finished
I never believed in myself or that I was ever enough for anyone, then she came along and built me up to be so much more than I ever was. She pushed me to the edge only to make me realise that it’s okay to fall.