My Final Goodbye Notes

It's the fear of an early departure mixed with knowledge of things left unsaid. I sit biting my lip as I write this. I don't notice the pain till I've bled. Do I say ''Goodbye'' or ''See ya later''? Overwhelmed by this feeling of dread. They all know that my heart was made for them (or made by them as I've often said) . I must go with the plan of returning still I plan so I leave no regrets. I have written my final goodbye notes with the hopes they will never be read.