Goodbye – Curta novembro 16, 2010

It’s fucking time! It’s more than time. Time to just say goodbye. The Beatles was playing on your laptop when we met like for the second time. Nothing but The Beatles, the light coming from your note, and the shadow of us in your room. There’re things I just can’t forget. Like that song. Like us. Like the way I felt secure. It was strange back, though. I was the one saying goodbye and you were the one saying hello. Then we changed places. Than we changed places again. And again. And one day you said goodbye like you ment it. And you really ment it. No hellos anymore? No. No matter how long I would wait? No. Even if I felt I could wait like for a life time? Nope. So, after some years now, I guess it’s really time. It’s getting to messy waiting for some hello of yours. I’m getting old and I’m stuck here. Everybody keeps saying me to let this go, for my own sake. And maybe it’s fucking time… For me to accept no more hellos… your hellos towards me are all just retired. Goodbye for good then? Yes. Now? Yes. Can I wait any longer, please? No, now. But it breakes my heart so deeply… For how long you want to be waiting?… Say goodbye, at once. I can’t. You can, say it. I can’t, stop! Say it. No… I don’t know why he say goodbye, I say hello… hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye. Goodbye.