I learned how to cut people out of my life for the better from a young age, how to rip things apart with reckless abandon and never look back. Yet despite years of experience, this hasn’t grown any easier on my sentimental heart that clings to the crevices of long gone friendships.
6. Remember: if you’re the one leaving, you’ve got it much easier.
As I sat at a funeral recently saying goodbye to a friend who died well before his time, I was really, truly struck by the brevity of life.
It’s time for us to say goodbye.
If you stay in one place long enough, you will come to terms with change.
You provide me with that instant gratification I crave, and I always leave feeling satisfied.
We Skyped, mostly because I pushed for it. I’m a good Skyper.
Because when we are saying goodbye to someone, we’re not just talking to them, we’re talking to the person that we are at this very moment.
Saying goodbye is most difficult when there is a part of you which believes it is only a “see you later.” You would never fully admit it, but you intend on seeing them again.
I wish that you leaving weren’t some horrible fate which lingered on the periphery of my vision and haunted me with prospects of having to start all over again when I was once sure I had it all figured out.