I’ve been reading a blog by a woman who lives in Vancouver. She seems very interesting and is very talented. Yesterday, I read this:

I would do the entire travelling from Phuket to Vancouver again if I could properly say goodbye to a certain someone. It’s really bothering me and I don’t know how to get over it. It wasn’t the right goodbye. It wasn’t a goodbye at all. And so I’m trying to tell myself that it’s a good thing we didn’t say goodbye. There were all these things I wanted to say and I didn’t get a chance. Telling him over the phone won’t be the same. I’m just so mad about it. How to get past this, I don’t know.

It’s funny that she wrote that (she had just returned from Thailand a few days after I had returned from Vancouver). She says pretty much the same thing I said to you.

I didn’t give you the right goodbye. We didn’t even say goodbye. We said to take care. I didn’t get the chance to say everything that I wanted to say.

Now that I’ve had time to talk to you and feel much better about things, I still wish I could go back and do it all over again, this time better.

Mostly, though, I’m glad to know that I’m not alone in having endings that aren’t as good as I would hope.