So I stood there, in the dark, while I saw her leave, I saw her get in the taxi and I knew the words she was supposed to say, to the airport, she'd probably say please, we were raised that way, to always say please and thank you, so I stood there, feeling alone, for the first time in a long while I felt alone in this city. I could feel the loneliness coming from her room so I ran to mine and closed the door, the only safe place in the house, at least for a day or two, then maybe everything will go back to normal, maybe I'll stop feeling alone, maybe I'll stop feeling altogether

I hate goodbyes