By : Aliaa Fathy
Leaving is never just about the distance covered or the miles put between two points. It is a quiet unraveling of threads we never realized were holding us together.
We stand at the doorway of “goodbye,” where the air feels heavier and the words seem too small for the weight of the moment.
There is a strange bravery in walking away, yet a lingering cowardice in the heart that wants to turn back one last time.
We don’t just lose a person; we lose the version of ourselves that existed only in their presence.
”Departure is the tax we pay for the privilege of having belonged somewhere, or to someone.
The world continues to spin, the sun sets without apology, and the seasons change. But in the quiet spaces of a room or the sudden scent of a familiar perfume, the “gone” becomes a “present absence.” We learn that we don’t truly move on; we simply learn to carry the weight of the silence they left behind.
And so, we walk forward, not because we want to leave, but because time, like the wind, refuses to stand still.
