Goodbyes are so bittersweet no matter what the circumstance.
I use ‘sweet’ only under which the context of goodbyes should be put; I use
‘bitter’ for what they actually are. Whether short and sweet or endless and
tear-bearing, the hurt creates a piercable and meek shield around me, which I
try to strengthen but unfortunately know of its weaknesses. I feel like these
awkward embraces are slowly becoming less awkward, only because I know it’s not
really goodbye.