I can’t take the speed it’s movin’ in.
-Stop This Train, John Mayer
Is this what happens when you hit 30? You spend most of your time saying goodbye to people you care about? I’m not referring to the goodbye, I’ll see you tomorrow, next week, next month, etc.
I’m speaking about the kind of goodbye that is permanent. I hate those; they hurt me more than I ever thought possible. Am I doomed to see more as my life continues? Of course.
But does it have to be so damn soon?