Hasta la vista, baby 

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance….i hope you dance.

Miss You, is not what I want to say. You know the reason. I’ve seldom missed anyone in my life, other than when they are gone altogether. So, this letter won’t have a “Miss You” anywhere. Still, I will always remember our last meeting on the road. I don’t know about you but I was noticing the “cyenide” (the spelling error) on the wall behind us. Your “Bye” and the “Cyenide” , I was wondering who in the world had time to scribble that. And every time I turned around to see you leave I was embarrassed to see you still waving your hand! It felt strange because I have only watched people leave. I’ve turned back to watch them walk away but never been caught doing so. Real stupid, wasn’t it? To meet on the road when we can’t predict our next meeting. The goodbye protocols make me feel awkward as I am bad with emotions, and you are too when I show mine. Thought I hadn’t noticed? Hehe, I am the observer, my dear.

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