If goodbye will be the last word I have to say before I die, I wouldn’t let it be spoken. I’d rather die than to say goodbye to a person that I don’t want to give up even after eternal life.
I’d rather be blind than not see you. I’d rather be deaf than not hear from you. I’d rather lose my voice than not say this to you, that I’d rather lose my heart than not love you.
I asked God why life’s like this. He gave me no answer. I asked why I’m still here. Again, He gave me no answer. I asked why I met you. He smiled and said, “So there’d be a reason for everything else.”