Why is it hard to say goodbye ?

You spend 5 years at a place, hating it for the first 2 but then falling in love with it over the next 3, only to realise that leaving it and saying a goodbye would hurt so much. Why is that ?

How do I get over the fact that maybe this might be the last time I see some of my friends before they become a mere contact on my phone ? Am I supposed to just embrace it and let it go ? Truly, saying goodbye to a room that observed you grow from a boy to a man hurts so fucking much.

No matter how much I want to control it, it is inevitable. My dad used to tell me growing up, "never be too attached to someone or something", but how am I supposed to tell him that all these instances taught me to be myself. Even if that involved loving exactly as I want it, I wasn't belittled or made fun of, but rather supported.

Waterloo, as much as I didn't realise it at first, you truly became a cherished character in my life.

Thanks for hugging me and crying with me on days when I hated you the most!

Written on 2025-08-17