"Vig…How do you tell someone good-bye when you stop loving them?"
The question came out of the blue, just spilling past his lips as he walked into my studio. I paused, brush slowly dripping paint onto my feet as I considered his question…and tried to figure out why he was asking.
How do you tell someone good-bye? Well, there were many ways, both good and bad. But the more important question is…why is he asking?
Does he want to tell me good-bye? I never noticed a problem…not recently at least. We've been getting on well…no fights. And he seems happy. How could I have missed something this big? I thought there were supposed to be warning signs before the end.
How do you tell someone good-bye? Well, love, you could always ask them that question. If that wasn't a hint I don't know what could be.
What ever happened to the truth? You know, coming right out and saying, 'You know, this just isn't working out…' I' ve always been a fan of the truth, none of this, beating around the bush, hoping they get the message nonsense.
How do you tell someone good-bye? There are as many approaches as fish in the sea…which do you choose? Which do I tell you to use to break my heart? The words that I would say, sound as empty as the way you seem to feel inside.
How do you tell someone good-bye? God Orlando…why did you have to ask me this? Couldn't you just have written a note? Or a sentence? Or even just left? It would hurt, but not nearly as bad as this does.
How do you tell someone good-bye? I…I don't know how to help you. I wish that I could tell you, how to tell me good-bye. I really do. Then maybe it wouldn't hurt, maybe it wouldn't destroy something inside me. Knowing I came up with the words you used to leave me behind.
"I don't know, Orlando. I just don't know."
Orlando sighed, pulling the cordless phone from his pocket, where he had stashed it absent-mindedly, taking the other party off hold. "Lij? Yeah, Vig doesn't know either. Best chance is to lay it all out on the table, mate. Honesty and all that."