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May 28, 2017 - 117 words
I’ve always had difficulty saying goodbye. I’m not good at it. I don’t know how to let go gracefully. The last time I saw you was a complete mess, a badly-timed disaster, and I have a feeling neither of us actually recovered from it, nor came away impressed with one another. I know I wasn’t, and those awkward silences had me thinking you weren’t either. My regret over the whole situation mounted all weekend and all I felt was a disappointed relief when it was over. The intervening months of silence are loud enough, so here I am actually saying goodbye now. I will continue to write about you. I wish we could have seen more waterfalls.