I’m not good at goodbyes.
It doesn’t matter if I’m the one being left or the one who’s walking away. Goodbyes are terrible. I don’t like endings. I don’t like uncertain futures, or wondering if I’ll ever see someone again.
Which makes for an interesting life as a writer, since part of our job is getting to know people (fictional or otherwise) and then leaving them to go onto the next project.
Goodbyes are never easy. They’re never pleasant, they rarely make you feel good about the difficult choices you have had to make. But goodbyes are also an inevitable part of being a human. However they fit into your ever-expanding world, you can’t escape them. You can try running from them, from their aftermath — but in the end you do have to face them.
And maybe writers are better at this than anyone. Because whether you’re writing fiction…
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