i quite HATE goodbyes. because there's so many things to do,and it requires lots of guts and will to want to get around doing what is right.

there's passwords to change if ur significant other's name happens to be encrypted in it,you lose all exclusivity on friendster because u've lost that coveted 'in a relationship' or 'married' status,big oversized tshirts u would wear around the house because it reminded you of him will have to be dumped into this huge box which you will ceremoniously present to him when you guys say ur finally over each other (which would be a total lie,only a pathetic attempt on (sometimes) both sides to see who would give in first),nice apologetic sounding letters which were written when all attempts to communicate failed have to go in the box too,so do the movie ticket stubs that have been collected since forever ,he's no longer the VIP in your phone caller group,that would someday be replaced by someone better,or so one believes, if he was 'sayang' 'baby' or whatever else in the phonebook,he has to be given his real name back because there is a chance that communication will be scarce and u might *gasp* forget who he is in ur phone book after awhile, the little cute fuzzy animals he got u just cause he thought you might like it even though he doesn't like to waste too much money might take its coveted spot in the box too.

worse of all,u start doubting everything that ever happened since the start of the relationship.its quite bad enough when the trust is gone,but now that hope is non existent,it might as well be the end of the world for certain people.

maybe the box will never reach it's intended owner's hands because someone will tell him she threw everything out when they said goodbye.she threw them under her bed,that is,coz she has trouble letting go.

Isn't it so true? This is what another similar girl, Jolene, wrote about and i find it's so true. I adjusted some parts to better accommodate my meaning. You guys know what i mean... And if you guys have been reading, i know you know why i'm writing this down here. Anyway, i already told you guys about this post being from another girl's point of view. Sad huh? The way girls think...really torturous...