Perfectly Imperfect Me

I always hate goodbyes.

The lingering sense that you may not come back, or I may never see you again.

There are so many uncertain things in life, and nothing is guaranteed.

So when I say goodbye, please don’t feel insulted when I say,

Tootles,

Tator tots,

See ya later, alligator,

Etc.

Because if that goodbye is the last time I ever talk to you, then at least I know the last thing I ever said to you as only, “Goodbye.”