When I say goodbye, don’t protest. Don’t try to talk me out of it. Don’t tell me that you can try to make it work, that you can fit me in your schedule.
For many of us, the first time we’re faced with saying substantial goodbyes is high school graduation.
As your cheerleaders, romantic consultants, resume editors, drinking partners, napping partners, reality checkers, and everything in between: these people know you. They know you better than anyone else.
I wouldn’t tell you that I’ve spent the last few years of my life regretting our breakup.
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.