Saying Goodbye

Sometimes I choose to immense myself in this feeling my vulnerability. This feeling of something is missing, yet you do not know what it is. It is a beautiful kind of sadness. You know that you are okay. Life will be fine even if you never find out what that missing piece is. It’s just a moment of loneliness.

A friend whom I don’t see often told me he is tired and will be leaving town for good today. We are not especially close, but I grew to feel comfortable around him. The feeling of vulnerability emerged after we parted ways. I chose not to say goodbye, thou I am not sure if we will see each other again in this city. Was it subconscious? Was it intentional? I do not have an answer. I said “I will see you around.” Maybe our paths will cross again someday, maybe not. But this uncertainty makes things hopeful. After all, our paths crossed briefly half way around the world a few years ago and now here we are bidding our farewells again. Someday….maybe….

Good Luck my dear friend. I wish you the best and only the best where ever you will be.