life after goodbye


it's painful enough to say goodbye. what's worse is when i don't know whether or not i'd be seeing you again.

what happens after goodbye?


i am standing here. on a fine line between holding on and giving up.
it doesn't matter what i choose because in the end, it all hurts just the same.

the magic is gone.

this is exactly the same way i felt when i was a little girl -- the time when i found out that there was no santa clause.

so now i know. there is no you.

or maybe there is. s-o-m-e-d-a-y.

so if there really is such a thing as a next lifetime, then i'm willing to die now.