Someone asked me what my toughest goodbye was, and I answered almost immediately.
I said, “The one that was never said.”
She looked at me—interested, confused, maybe a mix of both.
But I explained:
It was the “I’ll see you later. Love you.”
The casual TTFN.
But never the “I love you.”
It became goodnight or good morning… and then nothing.
No closure.
No final moment.
It was the goodbye that was never said.
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Author:
A.N. (
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- Category: Sad
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