“Please don’t go. I’m begging you.”
“I don’t want to stay anymore.”
“Why? Don’t you care about me? Don’t you care enough for once? To actually stay here.”
“Where is here?”
“With me” tears falling.
“I can’t do anything to take the pain away, but believe me the sooner the better.”
“It’s never better.”
“You’ll understand with time. I have to go.”
“No.”
“Let go of me. It’s better that way. It will be best if I left you”.
“No. Don’t say that. I don’t want to hear you.”
“You must, because that’s just how life is. It’s not all rainbows and happy dreams. You say always dream, but if you dream all the time you won’t live in reality and guess what? Reality is cruel, it’s not nice.”
“We should always dream, because if people never dream they wouldn’t have accomplished anything in life. I’m not saying let’s not live the reality.”
“You’re too optimistic.”
“You’re the negative one.”
“Haha. Whatever you say.”
“I don’t want to let go of you.”
“You must. What will you do when something worse happens in your life? You have to start depending on your self. I won’t always be there to tell you to snap out of it and suck it up.”
“You know I feel sorry for you. You might think you’re stronger than me, but you’re not. You’re just a coward. You don’t get close to anyone afraid that you would get hurt. Well, guess what? I get close. I love. I care, because the memories I’ll have of loving and being loved will be the purest thing. Love is a blessing, which I’m brave enough to give and accept.”
“Wow. I’m amazed.”
“You can laugh about it, but I know, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Just because we get hurt doesn’t mean we should never love again, because we might get our hearts broken. I say: fall in love, get your heart broken, get over the pain and then fall in love again. That’s way better then holding my feelings inside, never showing them or telling anyone about them and trying to be as clod hearted as I can be. That’s just sad.”
“Well, the people you love are the ones that always hurt you the most. Just like how I always hurt you and make you cry. You love me and I hurt you…”
“I don’t mind getting hurt. Every time I get hurt I learn something I didn’t know the time before. I think that’s enough, the ability to learn from the mistakes and the pain.”
“Okay, if you’re done. I’ll go now.”
“Is there anything I can say to make you stay?”
“No.”
“You’ll be missed”
“I know” smiling.
“Won’t you say you’ll miss me?”
“Not really, because then I’ll be lying”
“Hahaha. You can say whatever you want. I know you cared about me, even if you don’t admit it to yourself or to anyone.”
“If you like to believe so”
“So, this is goodbye then?”
“I guess so”
“Goodbye. You’ll be missed my dear friend”
