I left him. So he left me too. We’re leaving each other in a different ways so many times. But it just hurt as much, every time. We’ve been company and left and together again and separate for many years, until it’s all gone. We have nothing left that keep us in line. 

We used to have each other. It’s nice to have someone to call, even on midnight, just to talk randomly. We have this weird code that only us could understand. He taught me the language I can’t speak with anyone else, yup. That’s it. Just like Taylor said.

Life happens. The wave of goodbyes. This time is a big one. I was so ready since long time ago, however when I looked at his eyes, I can hear the crack, deep down, he wasn’t ready. we both did not expect the last farewell will be this hard. We know exactly that it has to done at some point but didn’t realize it’d be so devastating. 

It’s okay. I’ll be fine. I’ll be happier. I’ll be brighter. From time to time, making sure he does too. Slays all the demons, win every battle in life. Cheers to that now and have it all in two decades.

All the good memories are sealed. Throw it over the roof, so it can pour on our dreams. All the bad memories are gone. Slip away into the nights, the nights we don’t share anymore. 

So, this is farewell. One last goodbye.