Not a proper goodbye
something about someone who meant a lot to me
A message, a few lines that was all I received as goodbye. A few words, telling me I need to move on. I knew you would have preferred to tell me that directly But time always played against us. I read the short message, again and again. I can’t help getting upset, But soon I get a grip on myself, I take a deep breath, Force myself not to think about it, And it works, I think, a break up is so easy, I can move on, I’m not...