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Isn’t it strange, the little act we put on for each other when it comes the time to say goodbye? How quickly we slip into roles we didn’t know we were casted for, how lines of a pre-written script spill out from our mouths as if they’ve been rehearsed. It happens something like this:

Or, perhaps something like this:

We perform like clowns at a circus for each other like this, simultaneously both the characters and the audience of this bizarre play.

But there is kindness at the heart of all this pretence, in the honeyed words we say and don’t mean, the promises we make but won’t keep. They are but valiant attempts to preserve things as how they are, to taxidermy it in the formaldehyde of our inauthentic ‘let’s do this agains’ and ‘I miss you alreadys’, hoping that our empty words might shield each other from the painful truth: that we will lose, are losing, have already lost, what once was.

Still, I grow tired of this charade that I take part in time and time again. Grow tired of prolonging the lifespan of something that has already exceeded its expiry date. Grow tired of disguising cruelty as courtesy.

Maybe we don’t have to fossilise all dead things to display in our museums. There is beauty in the transience, I think. If we just allow ourselves to acknowledge that the end is here, and in spite of it, we have still gifted each other small pieces of ourselves to take home.

They say nothing lasts forever but they’re just afraid it will last longer than they can love it- On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong

“they say nothing lasts forever, but they’re just scared it will last longer than they can love it.”