Saying Goodbye Poetry 소설 & 이야기

I called, holding her hands, “As I stand here, my body weak and my time running out, my heart is filled with a deep sadness and longing. I'm not ready to leave you, but I have no choice.” “You do have a choice,” she whispered, “Stop all these and let's go back inside… please.” “The thought of not being able to hold you in my arms again, to feel your warmth and your love, is almost too much to bear. Although I never held you in my arms, you never let me. I want you to know that you have been my everything. You are the reason I woke up every morning, the reason I kept going even when things seemed impossible. Your love has been my rock, my shelter, and my safe haven. The pain of leaving you is

this is not a goodbye. THE END.

Eden said and eased back in her seat and closed her eyes, wondering why there was a 'good' in 'goodbye'. There was nothing good or wonderful about endings and farewells.

"You call something this fancy a meal between friends?" Liam gave me the flowers and answered vaguely, "I haven't been romantically involved for all these years." I blinked at him dumbly. We'd known each other for years. So, I knew what he was implying right after hearing that statement. Sadly… I turned to look at the starry sky beyond the window and slowly shook my head. "I'm sorry. I prefer to fly solo." The city lights seemed to stretch on endlessly, and I knew that my future would shine brighter than the night sky tonight.

Rosaria Goodbye. The saddest word one can ever say to a loved one. I wonder why there’s a ‘good’ in that word because there’s nothing good about it. No matter how it is said, it always causes heart break. Whether it’s a child going to college and temporarily leaves his or her parents. Or a loved one moves to another town. Sometimes it may just be an employee leaving a workplace he or she had gotten accustomed to.

Though it doesn’t make it any easier. I didn’t want to say goodbye before he left, because that plants the feeling that you might be saying farewell forever. No, I will never say goodbye to him. “See you,” “Until we meet again”—those are the best farewells, full of hope for a future reunion and obligating it to happen. I must admit, Lena’s story yesterday affected me deeply. And not just me—Jasmina was also in shock from what she heard. The world and everything around us now feels different, and I know I will never perceive it the same way again.

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

She turned away, smiling small, knowing, free. Somewhere, between goodbye and almost, two people had found a way to say what words never could.

But I had already become a streak of light, disappearing over the horizon. In the last moment before I vanished, I said silently to myself: Goodbye. This time... it is my turn to protect you.

It was in this tranquil setting that I paused, taking a moment to collect my thoughts and steady my resolve. I glanced back, my gaze lingering on the place I had called home for so long. It was a bittersweet sight— a reminder of the friendships forged, the memories made, and the life I was leaving behind. "Goodbye, Nedan." With a deep breath, I continued walking, the path stretching out before me like an uncertain road to an unknown destination. Each step carried me farther away from the only home I had known, but I carried with me the unwavering belief in my own innocence and the support of those who stood by me.