i can't stop thinking about goodbye. hello is supposed to start something, which it did, and goodbye is supposed to end something. but my something was never ended my goodbye. it was ended by the angry slamming of doors and yelling out into the night. and another end came the next day, an end i still don't feel guilty about loving: the police showing up at his house, telling his parents about the accident (caused by his drunk driving- surprisingly not on his part) and the outcome, a dead son. his parents were devastated, and told mine, and i soon heard the news of our end with no goodbye. and it made me happy, which is probably bad, but i honestly don't care. i'm safe from my hello, i'm free.
