Goodbyes are hard, but they are the trade-off of life
“People change,” I continued after people say the cliche, “Time flies” as if I was always prepared to face the tragic irreversibility of the unrestorable being-in-the-moment state. Saying goodbye has become a frequent routine as I grew up, and when more and more people come and go, all I can do is just to witness it in helplessness.