Strings Attached

Goodbyes can just fuck off because I hate them. They are like a flyleaf of a novel with a sad beautiful tragic ending. The last empty page which keeps reminding me that there is nothing more. Its where  I wish the story would've ended differently or maybe gone on forever. Or maybe the book could have a sequel  .But sadly goodbyes are forever.They're like synonyms to the word "The  End". I can say goodbye to people and things but never to the memories they leave me with. To the little things I want to relive everyday without knowing that its all gonna end someday. Maybe that's why I hate goodbyes.

They leave me with the fear of missing someone for every waking moment of my life. Its when the feeling sinks in. And it takes everything in me to turn and walk away and tell my self to never look behind. But then "Shit! what did I do. This cant be it. This is not the end." is the only thing that creeps into my mind. I guess it just hurts to get attached to people who will eventually say goodbye. But guess what, with time, I move on. Time takes its sweet time erasing memories but faint visions of past are left to summon up the bitter goodbyes. Like scars that never fade even after wounds have healed. Like the ghosts who have got enough of me to haunt me forever. Like the time that has slipped away but keeps coming back. Even after a goodbye, there are always strings attached.