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Start with Goodbye

  • Writer: Zulvah
    Zulvah
  • Dec 13, 2020
  • 3 min read


Let’s meet tomorrow at 7 am

Where?

A fast-food restaurant where we usually eat

A moment later, a replying message is coming

Okay, I’ll be there tomorrow


She takes a deep breath and puts her mobile phone on a bed. Finally, she has just sent the messages to him after she didn’t reply to his twice offering messages to meet up. Once in awhile she closes her eyes and hopes that everything is going to be alright, but it is what it is, an adult’s life is so more complicated than she thinks before, predominantly heart matter.


In a soggy early morning,


By wearing a thick comfortable sweater, slowly but surely she is entering a junk food eatery. In one of the space corners, a man wearing a bulky yellow jacket is sitting beside the window and enjoying his breakfast, eating cheese muffin, and slurping a cup of coffee.


Hi!

Hello his reply while chewing his food

Have you eaten? he starts with a common chit chat

Nope

Please, order he gives a menu book to her

Hmmm, a chicken snack wrap and a hot green tea

As usual he shows a small giggle to her


For almost 15 minutes, there’s no voice amidst both of them except the meal chewing sound and the noise of drizzle. The sky is cloudy and not too long, it spills its rain.


I’m sorry

For what?

For everything that I’ve done to you

No worries at all

And thank you for your coming today

Sure” he attempts to respond casually

I need to leave and move from this city next year to pursue my dreams she opens its conversation

Am I involved in your dreams?

Since today, nope, she says clearly


She tries to adjust her glasses position, arranges her breath, and spends her words guardedly while that man still speaks nothing because he fully understands that the day to sit down and talk heart to heart after he got her farewell letter will come.


She continues to explain,


I don’t want to hear anything from your side because it will make me hard to leave you. I’m keen on getting an unrequited love for all of our togetherness for one and a half year


He detains his emotion, endeavors to stay calm, not follow an emotional woman's word by saying nothing.

I’ll not be curious what’s truly your feeling to me, it is much better to me, and I hope you can understand it


Whatever you named this relationship, you were a man that I loved even though I couldn’t be with. I’ve waited for your commitment for almost two years but this relation is going nowhere. Thank you for being my big brother, I hope for your best future. You deserve to live happily, so do I she stops talking and gulping his hot green tea.

I do believe you are able to attain your goals, I wish you have tons of luck, and good luck for your successful future finally a man who has been silent for several minutes ago speaks softly.


Having a goodbye chit chat for around an hour, talking about their aim, and exchanging gifts, maybe it will be the last present that they could take.



In dire intricate adult life,


You have to know where you stand because it’s important to take your decisions on how to deal with it.


You have to realize that there is a time to hold on and then there comes a time to let go because intrinsically life is a balance between both of them.


You have to face your reality that you are broken-hearted because no matter how dreadful your life may be in some ways the sun will come out tomorrow in the early morning.


Don’t flee it!



She swings his feet convincingly and confidently, leaving the restaurant means getting a novelty life motion, she starts it by goodbye to the unrequited loved-man and waves his hands while his heart is promiscuous willy-nilly the life must go on.


So hard to see me without him

I felt a piece of my heartbreak

But when you're standing at a crossroad

There's a choice you gotta make

I guess it's gonna have to hurt

I guess I'm gonna have to cry

And let go of some things I've loved

To get to the other side . . . . “ The song sung by Carrie Underwood escorts her travel for renouncing this city and releasing the memories exactly.



At the end, People come and go for a reason When you come to someone’s life, tell the reason Conversely when you decide to leave someone’s life, tell the reason Don’t persecute someone to guess your continued story
 
 
 

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