subject line: It's not goodbye.


queensland, australia

I’m sitting in this airport, waiting to board my plane, surrounded by so many people coming and going from all over the world.

Surrounded by so many people and yet I feel all alone.

Saying goodbye. Walking away from you, through airport security was the hardest thing I have ever done.

You and I were never meant to fall in love.

I an Australian and you a Canadian.

But God had other plans. And we met. And we fell in love. And now we have to say goodbye.

But it’s not goodbye, just see you soon.

September you will come visit me and December I’ll be back here to see you.

It’s not goodbye..... I’ll see you in September.

And in the meantime we will Skype, and Facebook and Snapchat all the time.

Time will fly and we will be together again.

But right now, it is hard and I am hurting.

I wish you were here with me, to hold me as I cry and tell me it’s all going to be okay.

I wish I was there with you, that it had been someone else we were dropping off at the airport, someone other than me. I wish we were together right now, holding hands and laughing as we walk back to your car.

Instead I sit here, alone and I cry.

I’m holding onto the last thing that you said.
”Gods got a plan, I don’t know what it is but I know it’s going to be amazing. Gods got a plan for us. This is not goodbye, I’ll see you soon”

But if this is not goodbye then why do I hurt so much.

This is not goodbye. This is not where our story ends.