Is it really easy to say goodbye To someone who once meant everything? Did it all mean nothing in the end? We grew close, Only to drift apart, As if nothing had ever passed between us. Once, when our eyes met, it felt magical— Now, we don’t even meet each other’s gaze, As if we never knew each other at all, Just strangers in a crowd. Sometimes, letting go is the greatest act of love— It doesn’t matter if the heart aches for them to stay. Goodbyes may be kinder to us both, Better than holding on just to hurt each other. It is better to become strangers Than to turn into enemies— Right?