One day, we finally said goodbye. Find out that leaving is no harder than staying where you’re not welcome. People dress bravely, cast away cowardly verbs, swear by the love and promises of the occasion.
One day we understand that being, wherever it is, leads nowhere, is like being in an abandoned environment. And to be anything anywhere is to be nothing.
- One day we discover that saying goodbye is a glimpse of all that remains.
- Of everything born of the communion of a once eternal moment.
- Even with this memory we do not want to stay because we no longer feel at home.
- The heart is asleep and does not be moved by the laughter of the other.
- Which used to be sun and shelter.
One day we are just tired of trying to clean the house fixing broken furniture, people are tired of suffering alone and suffering so many premeditated absences, basically we want to have reciprocity, we want to be at home by the side of the road, but we also want to be a light in each other’s hearts.
We don’t want to be just a passage, a crossroads and a means by which someone does something. We want to be the culmination of this beautiful story, dreamed of ties and ribbon arrangements. But we realize it was just a sketch and a shadow in each other’s way. We realize that it was just a name on each sheet, an anchor to warm up some tiredness. A spare tire. Maybe one.
We say goodbye when we realize that it no longer makes sense to stay if each other’s hearts only feel, forgive, and no longer love. You run away without looking back, without trying to remember that leaving can be an unforgivable mistake, but staying can’t be anything else.