The worst kind of good bye is the kind that you donât expect.
The worst is when you donât even consider it an option, because four months ago he was telling you that you were the love of his life and now the word forever isnât even uttered from his lips. Four months ago he was looking at you like you put the sun in the sky and now he looks at you like he cant wait for the sun to set and leave the skies over his head.
The worst kind of good bye is the kind that you dread. You feel it leaking into every crevice of your heart and youâll try not to talk because you can hardly take a breath in, let alone beg him to stay while heâs stabbing wounds like âitâs overâ and âI canât do this anymoreâ. Youâre holding in your tears and replacing them with anger and words with a lot more bark than bite like âfine, okay, leave, Jesus Christ I donât even want you anymoreâ. And heâll look at you all sad because you both know youâre lying but God fuck if heâs going to leave then just rip off the fucking band aid donât wait around to see if the wound will heal.
The worst kind of good bye is the kind that echoes through your body months later because he left his fingerprints on parts of your body that you couldnât expect like the back of your eyelids or the spaces between your fingertips. The worst kind of good bye is the kind that enters like a bullet but crawls itâs way out like blood from a cut. You feel it everywhere and you let it haunt you because youâd rather picture him saying âgood byeâ a million times than not be able to see him at all.
The worst kind of good bye is the kind that he left you, because no matter what you do you canât seem to press the right buttons to rewind or close your eyes hard enough to shove the words back into his mouth and replace it with the love you couldâve sworn he once felt.
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