How many times do we say goodbye?
Does it matter if I cry?
I can't be with you
No matter how much I want to.

Maybe I'm a boomerang
Who keeps coming back
To the memories of your touch
That I'm longing for so much.

So for the last time -
I pray this will be the last time
Though I wish you were mine
Goodbye.

I miss you too
And that's all I'm allowed to say.
That's all I want to say.
I miss you.

How do we move on from someone who wasn't even ours to begin with?
How do we get over a failed romance that was never meant to happen anyway?
How do we stop longing for someone who should not be holding us?

How do we say we're okay when deep inside we're broken?
How do we smile when all we want to do is curl into a ball and cry?
How do we manage to live when something inside us are dying?

How do we see ourselves when all we see is the other person?
How do we sing when the tune is no longer there?
How do we cry when there are no more tears left?

I can't stay away from you,
No matter how hard I try.
My mind takes me back
To the time when you were mine.

The memories we share
The stolen kisses
Those gentle embrace
Will those be mine again?

I'm erasing all traces of you...of us.
Messages, accounts, emails
I'm deleting everything that points to you
In the hope that I'll forget.

Goodbye.
It's better this way.
It's healthier without you anyway.
Goodbye. See you in my dreams.

She sat on the stairs, looked at the view from the nth floor.
Dark sky, green grasses, tall buildings.
All of them meaningless in her undeniable pain.
Another day, she would've been in awe of the natural beauty.
But today is not one of those days.
She kept saying to herself:

I am okay, as long as I don't see his face.
I am okay, as long as I don't hear his voice.
I am okay, as long as I don't smell the scent of his clothes.
I am okay. He doesn't matter to me. Not anymore.
He doesn't ripple.

But he does. He still does.
Why else can't she bear to hear his voice?
Why else would her stomach turn when she smells the familiar scent of him?
Why didn't she guard her heart, for heaven's sake?