Dear all in this fragrant forum*
Att: guys in the Language Section*
I have hesitated several times to say what I am going to. Because* to die and part is a less evil; but to part and live is the torment.
I can not stand another experience of getting part of somebody whom I cared of … but this is how life goes…
I will not cover-up something about me that when I look at myself in the mirror* what I can see is that shattered image of scared part of getting away of somebody is getting close to my heart slowly and slowly and slowly... and for this* I may surrounded myself with a redline not to cross it out and not to get very close to a somebody so close (saying good-bye gonna hurt).
The funny thing is that I envy those who have great people with them… How lucky they are to have something in life that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while* leave footprints on our hearts* and we are never* ever the same.
I really hate the good-bye word but still earlier is easier than later with no knowing when and how I am going to say it… and here I am saying it after a long and hard time of thinking.
Sometimes* I think* why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave and someone always leaves and then we would have to say good-bye. Although* nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance like you* guys. If I had a single flower for every time I think about each of you* I could walk forever in my garden.
The last thing I can say to you* guys* is that how sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun* it falls tenderly* but sadly* on the heart.
From the bottom of my heart I wish each of you in person the best of the best* because you deserve it. If I will not have another chance to be with you in the forum* please* keep going stable as you are… one heart* one soul* and one power can release the entire humanity from hatred guilty.
I am sure that one day will come and you will tell your grand sons and daughters your stories of how you made life brighter for them and for generations coming thereafter* and you will give them the belief that with love and patience they can change there tomorrow … today.
Good-bye* sweet-friends*
Dr. Sami MAKKI* PhD
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