We said our goodbyes after barely greeting each other. Or at least that is how it felt like.

I am unsure if it was your eyes that said it all, or mine that could capture all the small details that led me to this realisation.

I won’t lie, after we locked eyes and turned them in opposite directions, I looked over my shoulders in a successful attempt to see your silhouette against the sun one last time. I still can remember a shiny fine golden line contouring your shape as you walked away.

There was no soundtrack for this scene. I could only hear your steps becoming more and more distant. If there were one, I wouldn’t be able to tell what genre would suit this best. I guess I will never know.

It is quite “funny” to think about all the moments that we will never share. “Funny” because I truly believed they could become true. Even funnier to think that I imagined them so vividly that they could easily be confused with memories. If only I knew.

Look, this is not your fault. Perhaps not even mine. I can’t blame you for this. No, I don’t blame you for this. Though there was a tangible connection between us, it just didn’t work out and that is OK. Maybe our link wasn’t as strong as I thought it was. I could’ve been blindsided… Who knows? I guess it doesn’t matter, does it?

Don’t, for even a second, think that I hold a grudge for this. Not at all.

Goodbyes are just as magical as new beginnings and I appreciate them equally.

Know that although I won’t be waiting for you, you can still catch up to me should you feel like it. You know my pace as I know yours.

For now, it is a farewell.

But “now” is just as long as a fraction of a second. It becomes past even before you can process this word in your brain.

I hope you know what I mean.

***

At some point, you are anywhere to be seen. Vanished like a vestige of light in a void.

Soon enough, I can no longer recall your face.

It quite frustrates me because it was once so clear to me. So recognisable. I could describe every single feature of yours with my eyes closed. Not anymore.

I won’t forget our ending scene, though.

That shiny fine golden line of yours.

How it beautifully and graciously penetrated my pupils and engraved your silhouette in my brain.

That, my friend… That I will never forget.