Friday. Sadness reached its climactic peak. For some vague reasons, I dwelled on the emotions one could not help but feel when saying goodbye. I know a lot of people who dread goodbyes but I was never quite like that. I am normally not like that, especially when the person leaving is not even part of my A-list.
Saturday. The feeling dragged on for weirder, vaguer reasons. Looking back through the week, I was prepping myself for such as I find myself counting down to the weekend and what the weekend will inevitably bring. That night, I was slowly brought back to what I shall plainly call ‘reality’.
Sunday. The urge to reconnect and “make a big fuss out of saying goodbye” has significantly diminished. Forgetting most of what the week has brought by, I reconnected, but with people I’ve known from my first year as a “loner in Sydney”. It was good. Good is indeed an understatement. But I shall say no more.
Monday. A bear, most likely from the who I had to say goodbye to, found sitting on my computer. Dang!
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