For me, this is never easy. I cling to every last second of a goodbye as if the finality will crush me. Perhaps that's a flaw, the eternal lover's demise. Whether it's a person, a place, or a perspective, I am just plain terrible at goodbye.
As we leave Denver tonight, I can't help but wonder what is behind my emotion. Leaving this city and its wondrous mountains pains me more each time, but is it more concerning that I haven't missed My New York in weeks? Perhaps further so that I've found myself in this middle state of what-was and what-will-be?
I sigh out anticipation, preparing for my transition out of this sacred place. In the distance, a firework bursts and glimmers to fade out slowly enough that I crack a smile and think fondly back on my weekend.
Goodbyes are never easy, but at least I find comfort in knowing where my heart lies. I gaze out the window knowing that, if it's meant to be, it will be. I know nothing to be truer than this.
