On an engine that roars its goodbyes

I've decided in life that there's nothing wrong with being an engine that roars out goodbyes, rather than one that slowly slips away, whispering maybes.

Because of events in my life, I've always been that one to just slip away, looking backward, hoping for the best. Trying for the best.

No more.

If it's not right - I'm going to say what I have to say, not maliciously, not with intent to injure, but a simple, "This isn't working." or "I'm not interested." or "I don't think we're all that compatible."

And drive away. On a roaring engine.

And not look back.

Objects in mirrors may be closer than they appear, but if you don't look back, you won't see them.

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