The swan in love song

I lived a year filled with goodbyes. Last year, I met amazing people, those kind of friends that leave nothing but the best memories in your heart and I kissed/hugged them goodbye so many times that it was pointless at some point. We were are somehow connected to each other in ways hard to understand, mainly because you're divided by the feeling that we're never gonna see each other again and yet, we will. Strange, eh? It was so weird to say goodbye to those people that at some point I was like "oh please, give me a break, if we meet again we shouldn't be sad, and if we don't, this friend wasn't meant to be". When it was my turn to say goodbye I decided to do it the easy way, I didn't, we said "see you later". It felt much more natural, and to ease the pain I decided to travel a little bit, traveling is much more effective than time, that's what I think at least. 
However, I find myself in a place I did not see coming. It is now my turn to say "see you later" to the object of my affection. The one person that doesn't get me and at the same time helped me survive this rollercoaster-like year. He's only leaving for three weeks, so it's actually a "see you later", but I just can't say it. Yesterday we had a little time together and I told him "part" of how I felt, it wasn't that bad. It was only a whisper anyways, I'm not strong enough yet. 
"Don't ask me why, I just can't say goodbye", I really can't. I wish I had him next to me forever. When I lay my head on his chest it's like I could cry of happiness. I don't care he snores, his snoring is like some sort of misunderstood melody. How can I say goodbye to that?
At some point, between speaking three languages I think I'm learning a totally outta-this-world language: the non-sense of love. I wonder how many people can read this post and actually relate to the crap I'm talking about. After all, only few people have loved and survived it to tell the others what's it like. I might not survive.

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