It was time. The time I knew would come sooner or later but dreaded. I had to say goodbye to the only person that I felt cared, to the only person that I felt happy with. How was I supposed to just do it without feeling like I've lost a part of me? All those times were we would just talk and laugh and do normal things normal people would do. When I had forgotten how to live, he was the one who showed me the way. When I felt like the world was falling apart around me, he made me feel as though it wasn't so bad. When I felt like nothing could make me feel better, he somehow managed to put even the slightest of simper on my face. I wish I could go back to when I first met him so I could do it all over again and I wouldn't change a single thing. I can't help but feel so isolated and companionless. I need him because without him I'm a nobody. I have this feeling in my chest where it just feels empty, like a black hole, pitch black and barren. I'm lost and the only way for me to be found again is if I would see him again.

By Julia Borg, January 24, 2019.

Goodbye, my friend. That I have loved you means I always will, no matter the harsh words or the failings of the moment. I have tried to ice over your memory, to hate, anything to stop the pain of your loss. I have tried to tell myself you never meant that much, or that over time my heart left yours. The truth is that you are still in my soul, all those times you laughed, smiled, were irreverent and silly. I honestly don't know what kind of parting this is. Perhaps we will walk on diverging paths forever, onwards to new adventures. Perhaps we come back together after a time. All I know is that this pain is too much and parting is the only way to stem the emotional bleeding. Know that my door is always open, that I would still move heaven and earth for you. I am both near and far. You are both forgiven and eternal. We are forever, yet finite within each span - each incarnation with only so many days to bask in the shared love. Perhaps we've had our run this time, maybe not - it could be just a siesta with a warm afternoon just ahead.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2016.

I have said goodbye with a downward look as the boss said, “I’m letting you go,” but he meant, “You are fired, and I couldn’t be more pleased.” I have said goodbye with a simple turn around, and walk away. Sometimes I said goodbye out loud, and sometimes I wrote it in a note or letter. I have said goodbye with a lie, when I left and knew I would never be back. I have been forced to goodbye when I had to be somewhere else. I have said goodbye with anger words pouring out my mouth that I wished I had chewed up, and swallowed instead. I have said goodbye with so many tears, I could not see. I tried to hide the tears; however, sometimes there was such a flood of them that I could not control them. But then, I have said goodbye with a party celebrating in my mind. For the most part, I don’t like goodbyes. I have said a thousand goodbyes, so I wish “goodbye” would say goodbye to me.

By wmack99, April 27, 2016.

For decades to come, the silent morning chill will dictate the tales of your perpetual glories with a reminiscent touch to its lips. For centuries to come, the dazzling woods will rejoice at fond memories of your grace and compassion. For millennia to come, the blind will see and deaf will hear what you have done and said.
Like a good friend has once said, how lucky am I to know someone to whom it was so hard to say goodbye to. But every end has a new beginning and I hope the new beginning is the dawn of something special.
We may not be able to worship your physical presence before the sun graces us each morning, but certainly, etched into our minds is a fond, fond memory.
They can take us out of your lives, but they cannot take you out of our lives, for you continue to remain in a heaven within our spirits.
I only hope that a vibrant nightlife follows this siesta.

By naman, October 20, 2017.

The pain I carry in my chest is inexplicable. Seeing you get away from me hurts a lot. Even though I want to hold you and keep you by my side for a longer time, it seems like you keep drifting farther and farther away from me. As much as I know it's the best for me, for you and for everyone, I didn't expect you to get out of my life someday. I'll never forget the moments you laughed with me, cried with me, helped me. Diferent from the others, I don't regret any of those memories. Thank you for everything. I hope you find your happiness out there.

By annelyriemshine, March 25, 2018.

Stress in girls is less "fright or flight" and more "tend and befriend." It's how we're wired, to be part of a group, to socialize and feel safe within those connections. I can tell you, honestly, that though I sought you at a time of stress, the love in that friendship was real. Had you risen to the challenge, it would have deepened to something eternal. I wish you had. I wish with everything that I am and will ever be that you had. Yet it is time to close that door, old friend.