Never Say Good-Bye

I hate to say good bye because it’s never always easy to comprehend the emotions that arise when you know you won’t ever see them again.  Recently I have just met an amazing girl over the weekend and through the two days that we have been with each other; it was a struggle to say the two words to her.  I did not want to believe that it was a permanent leave but rather a new chapter of a better relationship.  My desires have lead me to feel hopeless and defeated when I say good bye because I do not want time to continue to move on but rather stop for my moment to extend with her. For us to go our separate ways was like knowing that a part of my heart was leaving me and never coming back.  It hurt and ached but there wasn’t anything I could do to prevent the pain.  I had to endure the misery of losing love at first sight but if it was meant to be, it would come back.  When it comes to family, family will always be there no matter the situation.  Saying good bye to family does not fulfill my emotions with sadness or pain but with neutral feelings of family love and patronage. Sometimes it is awkward to say good bye to family because you build a memory with their presence and no one wants to forget the good times or let it come to an end.  When I say good bye to friends, there are endless possibilities of what could happen or whatever.  If I know I’m going to see my friends the next day, it’s going to be a regular “see you later” or even “catch you later.”  I know it will not be forever but technology will be able to connect my social life with my friends and tie our memories together once again.  To say good bye to someone I have lost through death is tragic.  It is more meaningful than a girl I have grown affectionate to, for a family member who has created the perfect day with me, or for a friend whom I will not be able to see for a very long time.  Because death is eternal, I will not be able to create new memories with that certain person.  In the short run, I will undergo the stages of depression and grief that everyone goes through but I understand very well that life moves on.  The world will not sit still to grieve over one death because there are more deaths occurring each and every day.  A while back I have lost a friend.  He was always a cheerful and happy lad but it was difficult to understand that the good dies young.  He was only 13 when he passed away and it took me forever to comprehend life.  Life is only meaningful when you create memories with the people you desire to be with. You only live once.