I Hate When We Say Goodbye
"I shrug it off, I hide my tears.
I say I'm fine, I mask my fears.
I give a hug and try not to let go.
I'm dying inside, but you don't even know.
I turn my head, and start to cry...
I hate it when we say goodbye"
Yeah. I really hate when I say goodbye. Everytime. For beautiful and beatific things we share with people, coming back to reality isn't fun for sure. I still r'ber the good'ol days of summer vaccation, when I used to visit my grannpas and grannys, uncles and aunts, and tons of cousins. I still think of those four short-lived years of undergraduation, where I met some wonderful human beings who taught me the meaning of friendship. Untill then, friendship was an illusion to me, a labyrinth woven of people. I cherish the nacent start in a new country, my naive existence in a land of unknowns where I learned to live with strangers....strangers who mean a lot to me now. Life gifted me some more friends who helped me unearth the true essence of life and the world around me. Be it over the phone or a person rendezvous.....biding adieu is still emotionally daunting. Everytime...I had to say goodbye to start afresh, and reach for a better existence or to continue the status quo....i hated saying goodbyes. I still do.
For better or worse..I hate to say goodbyes.
I say I'm fine, I mask my fears.
I give a hug and try not to let go.
I'm dying inside, but you don't even know.
I turn my head, and start to cry...
I hate it when we say goodbye"
Yeah. I really hate when I say goodbye. Everytime. For beautiful and beatific things we share with people, coming back to reality isn't fun for sure. I still r'ber the good'ol days of summer vaccation, when I used to visit my grannpas and grannys, uncles and aunts, and tons of cousins. I still think of those four short-lived years of undergraduation, where I met some wonderful human beings who taught me the meaning of friendship. Untill then, friendship was an illusion to me, a labyrinth woven of people. I cherish the nacent start in a new country, my naive existence in a land of unknowns where I learned to live with strangers....strangers who mean a lot to me now. Life gifted me some more friends who helped me unearth the true essence of life and the world around me. Be it over the phone or a person rendezvous.....biding adieu is still emotionally daunting. Everytime...I had to say goodbye to start afresh, and reach for a better existence or to continue the status quo....i hated saying goodbyes. I still do.
For better or worse..I hate to say goodbyes.
Cheerios
posted by Sujoo @ 1:04 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
How Lovely..
A few months back, I had to say the hardest goodbye of my life,and yeah, for better or worse, I couldnt figure out..A totally different one, it was not even reciprocated..and its hurting real bad yet..:(
@Moments of Truth: And if its abrupt..it hurts even more. :)
@Rahul: I guess in most of the indian languages we say "we will come back:....may be that helps...
Aavjo Vhala... Fari Malishu :)
Same sentiments here....
Almost always, goodbye is the hardest word to say because we humans are too engulfed in the warm blanket of the status quo to get out and face the chilly winds of seperation.And then we tend to camouflage the fear of parting a bit by weaving a promise of meeting again in our goodbyes.
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