No, we don’t want it. Although, one day, we wished for it. We do not want it anymore.
We became used to use the plural, to think in plural, to plan in plural. We became used to be between us, with us, among us. We became used to have the same people in our pictures and in our days. We became used to search in certain people our refuge, our harbor, our hideaway and our home. We became fans from us, brothers and sisters and lovers. We became used to receive hugs, kisses, remembrances and lovely and amazing words. We became increasingly attached. We became our weekends, our holidays, our parties, our birthdays, our travels and our companies.
We fought, we discussed, we disagreed. We adored, we enjoyed, we loved. We love.
We lived the best part of our youth together, we became grown-ups together. We became mature in front of our eyes.
We done the wrong together. We done the right together. We made mistakes together. We were successful together.
We sang pop music together. We sang sad songs together. We sang our own song together. We lived, we survived, we cried, we rested, we experienced.
And who cares now? Goodbye doesn’t mean forever.
We are forever.
(escrito no onibus, pós-despedida de uma parte dessa família)