Goodbyes

Unfortunately, they get easier. But it's like that with anything you're forced to practise. Eventually, it gets easier. It doesn't mean, it doesn't hurt. It does. But you just know how to handle it now. How to deal with it. That first it'll hurt for a bit and you'll miss them, but that your new everyday will take over and distract you from missing them. Some days it's still going to be hard to be apart, but there's only 24 hours in a day and you'll get through it. But is it sad to be this good at goodbyes? To jump over the little black holes of sadness every time you hug a friend for the last time in a long while? Crossing the holes with a little bridge made of the words "time flies by!" or "see you soon!" I try not to collect last moments, but I can't help it. They come back to haunt me sometimes. But it is with missing somebody as it is with grief. It comes in waves. It's not linear.