"What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a goodbye. I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don't care if it's a sad goodbye or a bad goodbye, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse."
I chuckle at that last post right now. Or really a chuckle of embarrassment. Recuerdos.
It's like watching some amazing movie that has derived every single emotion out of you. You have got yourself laughing, crying, screaming, rejoicing, running, hiding, dancing, and singing ... and then the film breaks in the last 20 minutes before you know how it ends.
What do you do? Feel unsatisfied. You want to know how it was going to end. You paid the $7.50 for the ticket, you gorged yourself on too much popcorn, candy, and sugary soda. You watched the previews and even came early to get the perfect seats.
You have the option of going to see it again, but you know it wont feel/be the same just to know how it will end. Or you just can leave never knowing how it could have been.
Maybe it was suppose to end there? How come I can't come around to see it that way?
Being back feels like nothing has changed. Like I just put myself on pause until I came back.
I'm just bitter about the unfinished feeling I still have in my gut, I'll be fine.
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