goodbyes are interesting. sometimes, they're emotional, heart wrenching, loud, angry, tearful. others, well, others are slow. achey, no, not even that. not painful, not achey, just sad. sad because the thought of something so passionate could fizzle out with so little fanfare.... no screamng, no shouting. more akin to a used, worn out favorite shirt that's gone through the wash cycle one time too many. no matter how much you love it, no matter how long you've justified to yourself that its still "wearable", no matter how many re-classifications it's gone through (gimmick, casual, pambahay, pantulog), there will always come a day when you know its reached the end of its useful life. i never thought it would end this way. but it has.

goodbyes are funny.