“No one ever says goodbye unless they want to see you again.”
-John Green

I’ve always hated goodbyes because I have a fear that I’m condemning it to be the last time we ever speak. What if the cosmos heard our words and took it too seriously? What if it really was to spell the end of a relationship? What if I said it and it came true? You never know. I’m not exactly a big fan of tempting fate, not where people are concerned. Like the seasons, my fears take a long time to dissipate too, but they eventually do. I’m starting to wonder if goodbyes are really the end of the story or merely a full stop.