Hello.

Hello.

You probably don’t know how I could possibly say this after everything we’ve been through. After everything that’s been said and done. After monologues of things I’ve never desired to hear. After you said goodbye.

And I respond with hello.

Hello to your goodbye. Hello to a life without you. Hello to the stars I finally get to see after you faded away. Hello is cheers to a new life.

You probably will never read this part. So there’s no response after my hello.

The life without you doesn’t welcome me, the stars I said hello to don’t welcome me either. I’m starting to wonder if I ever should have said hello.

But yet I welcome the stars, just as I lovingly welcomed you years ago.

And neither of you respond.

But I suffer from optimism.

So yet again, I say

Hello.