This Is Goodbye, Beautiful Human

'We are all broken pieces of a singular glass, worthless until we leave a piece of ourselves in others.' 

I can feel my heart pounding my ribs, wanting to be set free but I dig my nails deep into my skin and hold her in. This is our last goodbye. This is the end of a beautiful chapter. We had our time together and now I have to let you go. 

There is something so beautiful yet tragic about childhood friendships. How best friends become strangers. Lovers become haters. Friends become enemies. How we lose pieces of ourselves to the women we love, the cities we travel to, the pages of the books we soil. There is beauty in goodbyes, in last kisses, final hugs.

Perhaps the worst kind of hurt one can feel is our goodbyes at the airport. It's suffocating, exhausting, and utterly crippling watching someone you thought would stay, dissolve into the horizon. There is a choking kind of hurt, a lump in our throat that refuses to let go, tides that refuse to settle, hands that beg for one last touch. These last few minutes begin to feel like an eternity. 

Every ending, however important carries its own melancholy, an ache only you can feel, memories only you can hold onto and deaths only you can die. Oceans of a hundred vows keep your mouth full yet the words refuse to spill. But you must let go. Their nostalgia will create its own cities and towns, it will paint your bluest sky the darkest grey and haunt you forever. But you must let go.

So this is goodbye, beautiful human.