I hate goodbyes. I hate the emotional lingering effect that comes with the process. The sadness, the feeling. I just hate the hugs that remind me it's all over. Am not gonna see you again, am not gonna see this, am not gonna be this anymore...not the same again. Yeah I hate every little tid-bit that reminds me of the past. The good memories, the emotional connections, the deep feelings of attachment. The youthfulness brought by random wild choices. Nights out, girls'-night-outs, the smiles, the dates, the handsome, the "handsome-formed by our alcoholic wildness". The broken hearts and the hearts we might have broken behind. I hate them all. The sad reminiscence of a youthful age. I can remember them all. With the vividness of a guru. A master piece of a beautiful piece of art.Crafted carefully, with every sense of him. Looking back, the people we met, the classes we attended or may be not. Coz we knew we were wiser than that. Some things ever seemed wiser. And