I don’t like goodbyes. There is a seeming finality to the word. An end. A period. A closed book.
I remember getting teary-eyed Whenever it was time to fly back to the big city after a short vacation at home. I would almost always refuse to speak whenever it was time to leave, fearing my voice would crack. And I would almost always refuse eye contact.
It is tough to say goodbye to loved ones – whether on their deathbed or on those few precious minutes before their caskets are lowered to the ground. You shed tears knowing that going forward they will remain alive only in your memories. And memories fade no matter how much you cling to them. One day you can conjure an image of them in a heartbeat, the next time you try it is gone.
It is also equally tough to say goodbye to a relationship that has recently ended. A special bond has just been severed. Lovers become strangers or even enemies overnight. A few can transition into friends but that’s really more of an exception than the rule.
Maybe, in the unforeseeable future you may accidentally bump into each other. It WILL be awkward, maybe a wide gamut of emotions will come rushing to the surface, maybe you get shaken to the core, or maybe you will feel nothing but genuine joy to see a former lover whom you used to share a life with.
You may trade quick pleasantries – show pictures of the wife or the husband or the SO or the kids, promise to grab dinner or coffee sometime which you both know won’t ever happen – and then proceed to where you were originally headed before the accidental bump.
That’s how life is. People come into our lives, make their mark, and leave. Tapos na ang misyon nila at panahon na para bumitiw at magpaalam.