A pleasant goodbye ultimately there can be no such thing.

If I had known, I would have cried it all out then at that time, that I was already a part of your ending.

The tears would not come.

Since this farewell didn’t seem significant.

Since it felt so inconsequential.

You really did forget everything.

Seeing how happily you’re greeting me.

Only then did I vaguely begin to feel the pain.

The wound that had yet to appear on my skin.

So it wasn’t love.

It was just a moment which you spent by my side.

Now I’m vaguely beginning to understand.

Why you could only apologize.

I must have been too excited.

The very moment you left me, I was expecting you again.