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Hard to say Goodbye


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 we built skyscrapers of wishes. Wishes and hopes we thought the world had.


So cheers to a new age! New age of found wisdom. This is to the ones we lost along the way. The ones who never made it. Respect! This is to the stupid mistakes done...the paths we chose not with our minds but our hearts!  Not giving a damn that someday we'll sit and admit our folks were right after all.Cheers!

So we sit back and count, the days gone, the weeks that turned into months, the months into years. Hmm, the years, the decade passed.  And tic toc, the ages..the time's past.

Maybe I should have made better choices. Maybe I would have lived.! Just a little bit better.  But I dont know. It's the choices that make us what we have become. The choices and consequences thereof. So say, Cheese! And smile! We made it!


Here's good bye to the youthfulness, the blossoming of life. The ageless wild nights, the drunk hang-overed mornings(that never happened). The no cares to the world. The throwing all to the wind. ..Goodbye to the twenties. Here we live again!

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