she woke up late and quickly prepared herself. nothing to think of but the journey ahead of her. driving her car in a ride that seems endless. she stopped at a coffee shop and bought a latte. and she started walking...

in nowhere's land. where bird and the wind is singing like an orchestra, a little loud that she could barely hear herself think. she stopped in the mountainside, amazed of the wonderful view in sight. the ground was soft, covered with layers of fallen leaves and pine cones. the towering trees tinted the sorrounding from the clear blue sky. "what a lovely sight & life this is" she said.

just when it was beginning to get dark, she walked back. stopped at the same coffee shop and grab another latte.

driving, she noticed the trees now by night darkened the heavens. the stars are twinkling or winking at her as if to share another secret: the art of enjoying solitude. she got her phone and called him... "i've got to move on. i've got to be on my own. goodbye."

you have to say goodbye with the same care as saying hello. you never know when you will be back. as for me, i never go back at all.