The Weight of Goodbye
I used to think that not getting closure from someone was something unbearable. The uncertainty of it all was enough to drive someone mad. My mind consumed with imagining every possible ending ... every word that was left unsaid. However, nothing could have prepared me for the weight of goodbye. A goodbye that comes with a heavy heart, those final words and only one ending. One ending that relives in your mind, despite all efforts to forget. Even when the mind does wander, my body reacts to the absence of you, desperately longing to reach out, craving the comfort and familiarity that accompanied for years. How do I even attempt to push forward when my body’s only desire is to collapse and give into the sorrow that is rooted so deeply within my heart.
I used to think that not getting closure from someone was something unbearable; however, I now understand the weight of goodbye ... and I’m not so sure which one is worse.
