Theory of last good byee
The last meeting was not filled with anger or dramatic farewells. Instead, it was a quiet realization that some stories are meant to end, no matter how deeply they were once written in the heart. When I saw Guffy and Panda one last time, there was no need for long explanations or desperate attempts to hold on. The past had already shaped its course, and we were merely acknowledging what we had known deep inside for a long time. Guffy smiled, but it was different this time—not the warm, familiar smile that once felt like home, but a distant one, as if carrying the weight of all that had been left unsaid. Panda, too, looked at me, not with regret, but with acceptance. It was in that moment that I realized how much we had changed, how time had molded us into people who no longer fit the way we once did. Memories of laughter, late-night conversations, and shared dreams lingered in the air, but they felt like echoes rather than something tangible. There was no resentment, no blame—just an u...