Goodbyes.

Not quite my thing.

I am more of a "hello" person truth be told.

But aren't we all?

It's way more fun to meet people than let them go.

The novelty of meeting someone is superb.

It is a romantic concept really.

One where everyone you are introduced to stays, smiles, and strives.

They stay perfect and present, and loyal.

They stay pretty and polished.

They are poetic, and they stay perseverant in their beliefs in the person who is you.

But that's not life is it?

Life is perfectly imperfect, and sadly if we are to strive and survive?

We have to have those hard goodbyes.

We must try and be stoic, even if it's the last thing we want to be.

No one likes a goodbye.

That final kiss, the last hug?

Not nearly as exciting as the first kiss and embrace.

Those first butterflies get replaced with cement with one simple goodbye.

Those first wishes and dreams?

They are met finding disappointment and tears.

But those hellos?

They opened doors.

Opened mouths.

They opened your brain and ways of thinking into things you could have never imagined.

Those hellos?

They opened your eyes.

They opened your mind to truthes you've never listened to.

They opened your ears to subjects and to stories you would have never heard, if not for that hello.

So those goodbyes?

They are horrible because...they are reminders that...

They were always started by that hello, and that hello meant goodbye to ignorance.

Goodbye to silence.

Goodbye to isolation.

Goodbye to not knowing and those unknown stupid stories.

However, even though goodbyes are hard, try and be thankful for, and remember the hellos.

For that is what brought those goodbyes to where you and we are.

Those hellos ended your stupidity, and lonely.

Those hellos came with smiles and stories.

So here's to the hellos.

May we all have many more.

I know I want to, even with the knowledge there may be a goodbye that tags along, I also know that that goodbye has brought me knowledge; hope, love, and a vision.

And that hello has introduced me to a vision and or version of me I may have never thought of myself; and sometimes, just sometimes that version was way better than my own.

So hello me and hello to all those who said it first.

Hope springs eternal, and apparently with it, so do hellos.

So while goodbyes have their purpose, I am ready for more hellos!

So hello world!

Xoxo,

C.