Nothing kills me more softly than saying goodbye. There's nothing good in goodbye, and there never will be. It's my humble request to revise this English word. It's easy to say goodbye but the feeling that comes with it is a like a slow blow to the heart. I may be exaggerating the description, but truth be told, saying goodbye is hard for me. Case in point, 8 years ago, I began a tradition that I thought would make this heart of mine tough enough to withstand the pains of goodbye. I could never stand the thought of saying goodbye to my sister at the airport. I was always the one person left behind at home while everyone else escorted her. The sight of seeing her climb up the boarding stairs made the goodbye more real!! She was leaving me!!! In retrospect, my actions didn't make sense because I still said my goodbye at home. Lucky for me, no one bothered with my decision to stay. BooHoo!! I'm all grown up now and I wish I had been there till the very la
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