It is after an emotional day of dragging out farewells that I perhaps more fully understand why loners exist. Surely, it is easier to not make new friends altogether than to say goodbye. To be emotionally drained and saddened by the constant, overwhelming good times that always appear when you realise there won't be any more (at least for a couple of weeks).
But then again, the brutality of leaving is only so great because of all the good times. Remove them, and the experiences, the adventures, the memories, and there is nothing. No fun. No smiles, laughs and late night chats. No hurried rushes to Sainsbury's and trips to the park armed with frisbee's and picnic blankets.
It is these experiences that make the goodbye's hard and therefore validate the emotional roller coaster and tumultuous experience that is in the act of the goodbye itself.
So really its not about the goodbye, its about celebrating the experiences and memories you've made together. It's about enjoying the time spent together and moving on, the moments treasured and never taken for granted.
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