Goodbye doesn’t really mean goodbye. For me, it’s just a shorter version of “see you soon” and “the friendship doesn’t end here” because humans are lazy to give long speeches - we end up summarazing our sentiments into one word, never really saying what we mean to say.
Despite the numerous photos, videos, and memorabilia we try to keep - they will always be physical copies - nothing could replace undocumented memories of every moment life was lived through our eyes. Memories are the statues we build in our minds in dedication of something remarkable, statues made of the strongest of braincells that can never erode.
I also believe that a person could never forget - we could be preoccupied, we could always make new memories - but the ones we’ve made will always be stored into a big room of requirement that will expand as the need comes along. There will be other stories, but this book will remain open, ready for more.
This is not the end of a book, just one breathtaking chapter.