GOODBYE

I don't think i can think of anything that's worse than saying goodbye. Falling down stairs isn't too pleasant. Neither is various kinds of pain inflicted on oneself. I think this is the only place where sina's lucky he didn't go to Iran with us two years ago. because with refreshed relationships comes ever-so fresh memories of goodbyes. and you'd think that after so many goodbyes, i'd get more used to them. But after seeing how they work out,...how they play out in the end, it's hard not to dread them. Because you KNOW what happens. you're not even speculating anymore. And there's so many people too. The real doozies are when I say goodbye knowing that I won't see the person for at least two or three years. Some of them passed away that i now recall (over and over again) seeing for the last time and never again obviously. and the goodbyes with the now-deceased went just as usual...just like the rest of them..like i was going to see them after a while.