Goodbye.

Hmm.

Should let this glint of hope in the past die. There's no point.

Should stop and let go.

Bye. For good.

For me. For the best of me.

Then I'll be happy. It's easier said than done. But I will try to.

I'll just find someone who actually cares. You have way more things to let go of. Then, grow up. Find me if I'm still here.. that way.

Good thing I'm kind of selfish. I won't let go of you completely. Just that, I will want nothing more than be just friends.

Goodbye, for good. This will be the last time.

You'll always be my thunder.