Bidding farewell to the past is never easy, especially when we have lived through it and come out alive.

My eyes sting with tears that haven’t fallen and goodbyes that weren’t said. My heart sings in hope of meeting again.

Love is a stubborn fool, who despite being bid goodbye, turns up in our lives time and again, begging us to let it in...

Goodbyes that are said are not always meant, and goodbyes that are meant are not always said!

The most painful of all goodbyes are the ones exchanged through the eyes.