Here comes Goodbye

I’m not ready to say goodbye. I’m listening to Here comes Goodbye, by Rascal Flatts. So apt….
‘Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time, here comes the pain, here comes me wishing things had never changed….’

As usual I’ll say goodbye today with that old familiar feeling of regret. Regret that I didn’t call you, that we didn’t SMS during idols,debating the next winner. I’ll miss that familiar SMS of “you’re still my favorite idol. ” I’ll regret that we never made it to Paarl to visit and finally i’m getting there but it’s too late…..instead it’s to say a goodbye I don’t want to say. It’s too late to share a good steak and a glass of Roodeberg.

Did you know you were my hero? Did you know how much I completely adored you?

I’m sorry that I won’t get to tell you that. A harsh lesson in telling those close to you just how much you love them, even if you’ve done it already.

I’m left with memories, but too few and they’re a finite number. I wish that I had time to create more with you.

So I’m not ready to say goodbye, but I have to, my hand has kind of been forced that way…..

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