Raise your hand if you at least once in your life said" Goodbye, "keeping their word, without a second thought nor twists in the past without looking for short pieces of a life which is harmful even remember. I have a feeling of never being able to say what else is merely a summary of a scissor kick to an already hopelessly frayed rope, often remaining in great difficulty, holding on by a thread of this. A rope that tends to knot in noose takes over when the weight of a past still too sharp. Because I never said goodbye? Simple, because I never had the courage to decide and this, perhaps, make me a coward, a 'deluded, one before and scintillating to a startling "new" prefers a simple and dusty "old" one which, since as a child, the radical changes they have always lived as a drama and accepted with difficulty. Apparently, however, are not the only and I notice every time I see or hear someone rejoice in having found a former boyfriend, a former friend, a former classmate: people who maybe at the time they made us feel bad by die there, people to whom we have not thought about for years, persons who would was more than understandable to say once and for all "good-bye." But ... But everything circulates around and comes back. Like the Earth, our life takes on a circular course, revolves around an ego sometimes a bit 'confused. "Goodbye" is definitive, categorical, decisive, in some ways bad, for a tearful goodbye said there are thousands of "Goodbye" and walk waiting for the 'orbit with us who do not see them because we follow, do not try to grab nor foregoing, I am a 'shadow, an attempt, a regret.
I never said "Goodbye" and do not regret it.
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