The Last Time We Say Goodbye

but you never know when it’s going to be the last time. That you hug someone. That you kiss. That you say goodbye.

it will get better, not worse,

It will hurt for a while, but I’m going to live.

it feels like I’ve lost something so much more important.

And then the answer hits me.

I gasp and grab my laptop. “Of course. I’m so stupid sometimes.”

In my experience, everything is not okay.

“Don’t write about the end,” Dave said. “Try to write about a time when he was happy. When you were happy, together.”

Forgiveness is tricky, Alexis, because in the end it’s more about you than it is about the person who’s being forgiven.

I go through phases where I think everything’s going to be okay and the sky is blue and stuff and I can feel the sun and the air going in and out of my lungs and I think, life is good. But then every time, I also know deep down that the darkness is coming.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.