Last Goodbye.
It’s the last goodbye, I swear. Tomorrow I am done with this pain, with this yearning and this cycle that never ends. We’ll start fresh. From scratch. We’ll learn to start again. But before anything comes, this is my goodbye. And not just a goodbye to you, to us. To myself when I was with you. This is goodbye to what I believed love was, To what hurt me, To the crushing pain of trying to fit in and being accepted. This is goodbye to the good times too. To being happy some days. A goodbye to the laughs, and the tears, and the endless nights. A goodbye to the concept of what I thought I needed to be, To fulfill, To dream. A goodbye to the expectations, And the stupid romantic ideation of what a relationship must be. This is a goodbye because this is the last day I will allow myself to feel this. This is the last day I cry hopelessly thinking of everything I could have done better. The last day of me being a victim of my own feelings. I loved you. I loved us. But now it