I'm not good at goodbyes

I'm bad with the awkwardness of goodbyes. I always stretch them out and pretend like that final moment of separation is never going to come and I can just pull time out into eternity like taffy between my fingers.

The world is so bittersweet. For every joy it seems there must be at least one or two deep sorrows. I can't describe how my heart is aching. The world is so beautiful outside, but all I can see are dulled hues and faded stars that remind me of how distant you can be from someone while still knowing he or she is a constant presence.