I am terrible with goodbyes. Leaving school this year made me think about the goodbye ritual. The main action in this ritual is the hug - v. to clasp tightly in the arms, esp. with affection; embrace.
And just that happened. I am a natural, born hugger. My usual hug is cuddly, embrasive (not to be confused with abrasive)...and frequent. But when there is a goodbye involved, my sweet hug turns more into a death grip than anything else. I truly believe that the tighter I hold onto someone, the less likely we will actually have to say goodbye. Really the only thing that might happen is that I kill them...either with my squeeze or with the length of time it drags on...food and water are necessities, no? Maybe the longer and tighter I hug someone, they will eventually just attach onto my body and come with me.
But why do we hug??? I mean, doesn't it just make goodbye worse to have someone so near to you just to juxtapose it to the distance once we part? No matter where you travel, you will always miss someone. But if we dwelled on the missing, then we would never grow from the new people in new places. So all we can do is go with all our hearts, knowing that everyone that we've hugged goodbye is in there.
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