Goodbye hurts the most when people leave without saying them

There is a reason for everyone you meet in your life.
A reason why they are there in the first place.

Sometimes people are meant to meet, fall in love but not meant to be together.
To leave at a point, to go on separate paths.

Lessons to be learned, feelings to be felt.
Memories to be made, and remembered.
Or let go.

I don't know the rules that were meant to be followed.
I don't know the lessons that I was suppose to learn.

But I do know that I am grateful.
That it happened,
when it happened.
That you mattered,
when everything mattered.

When you're part of someone's life for so long,
mattered for so long,
it becomes a part of you.

Well, a part of me.
And I don't know if that part of me will always be there.

I want to let go,
to say a proper goodbye,
to talk about things,
things that were said,
things that were unsaid.

''If saying goodbye hurts so much, why do we say goodbye? Because it hurts so much more to keep holding on to something that isn't there. Like you're hanging off a ledge and someone is jumping up and down on your hands but you still can't let go. Like when you're little and you're being tickled...you shout for it to stop because it's torture, but then you go back for more, because somehow being tickled makes you feel safe and special.

Holding on is like that...but the torture is painful...and it doesn't make you smile. That's why we're supposed to say goodbye. That's why we're meant to let go''

And I want to let go.