No Good at Goodbyes
*SIGH* I've never been good at saying goodbye. Never. Even as a little girl, it was hard. Brutal even. And I honestly can't tell you why. I just know they are hard...and I hate them. A lot. When I was little, I would spend some time with my mom in the summers. After not seeing her all year, the build up to a trip to see her was so exciting. I loved every minute with her and the time always seemed to go by too quickly. When the day came to leave, I would begin crying the moment my eyes opened. By the time we got to the airport, I would be a mess, hating what was about to come. My mom always told me I needed to stop crying, that someone might see me in my emotional state and take advantage of me, but I just couldn't and the more I tried to stop, the faster the tears fell and the harder the sobs came. Even today, trying to make myself stop crying only makes it worse. When the time came for me to board the plane, my mind would tell my feet to keep putting one foot in front o