• iameche 5w

    When you said goodbye.

    It was a mixture of feelings.
    I didn't love you enough to fight back.
    I didn't know you enough to make it work. In euphoric spasms - I beeped in sadness, in love with the idea that you no longer matter as much as you did before. Why do I feel this way? Did we work together or against each other?

    I might never know what tomorrow brings. But this time, this present moment I'm optimistic about the future.

    Let's not say it.
    It's too sad to break your heart.
    No. No goodbye.
    It's good tidings.