I am saying goodbye to you in a way that the waves kisses the shore, the way the sun sets and kisses the sky in the most vivid and prepossessing way it could before the moon replaces it. I am saying goodbye to you in the same way of how the moon disappears into nothingness once the sun rises again in the morning or just like how the stars vanish one by one from the sky once the morning comes. This goodbye means that it is not the end. This goodbye is for temporary fixing– I have to fix and find myself and so do you. It doesn’t necessarily mean that I am leaving you just like how a living thing closes its eyes and exhales for one last time when it dies, or just like how I put period into my sentences to seal it and confirm that it’s already the end. I will be back. Maybe if we were both the right person, and it is already the right time. Because for now, I don’t think this love we have is enough for us to surpass the trials and problems approaching. This goodbye of mine doesn’t mean to inflict wounds upon you but instead give you hope that this is not the end of our story. My goodbye hugs you with overflowing emotions that there will be a certain and finally, right time for the both of us.
Not all love stories ends with goodbye; this is not our ending (letterstoliane)


















