Thank You and Goodbye

I don’t want to keep saying goodbye to the past.

I want to be rid of it and its memories.

Thank you and goodbye.

Nothing is good when it stays too long.

Like rotten fruit or a fun fling reaching its third year.

No more hurt. “No more pain.”*

Wise words from someone who clearly knows what it feels like to be done with the past and the feelings associated with its practice.

Thank you and goodbye.

Sometimes the past isn’t ready to say goodbye to you.

But even in the oldest tales, one soul will loose feelings before the other.

I’ve learned all I could.

Thank you and goodbye.

You haven’t even called. How could you still be here? I bet you’ll always be here.

That’s the thing about the past. It did happen. There’s no erase button.

The only option is to deal with what you’ve felt and what still remains.

Thank you and goodbye.

I mean it wasn’t all bad right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have thoughts of going back.

A tricky thing pain is. It cuts and it stings, but its scars can be comforting.

Ask yourself–are you a masochist?

Thank you and goodbye.

I’m better than what the past is offering, has offered and will offer again.

Not much as always.

We can’t seem to get past that one point.

That one point…

That point where we almost, and it almost,—but never does.

Thank you and goodbye.

Please don’t call. Let’s be professional here.

All my best,

Goodbye.