There can be a lot of good in a goodbye. So much so that it leaks out the corners of your eyes just from looking at it, makes your throat hot from saying it out loud.
That’s both absolutely true, and is a bullshit positive spin on the reality of things evolving and changing. It’s a pretty way to say: this feels so tender it hurts– and this is still good and beautiful and miraculous and as ordinary as dirt.
Here I am, the one thing, person, place that is constant– the fixed point around which the stars turn. I am the noun I return to, am left with, am always looking for.
I’m grateful for the company I’ve had and am sure to have again on the search.