what could be the end

Saying goodbye should be easy for me. I had always thought that goodbye should be regarded as plain opening for what will come afterwards, and not specifically an end to whatever. I have always been a great believer that if two or more people are meant to be, then they will meet each other again.
But this one in Zaventem was not a goodbye as it should be. I knew that Paul and I were going to take the same plane together, all the way to London, but once we’re back to London, then we’re back to our own life again; me and my job and my Lee; Paul and his music and his friends. We were left with last minutes of each other. Paul had been offering constantly to move with him to New York. Despite the fact that it should be regarded as one of the most tempting offer a guy can give to a girl, but I have so many things tied under my name right now. Besides having a certain boyfriend waiting, I also have a demanding job, and a city I take as the center of my life. It was just never easy to leave all of this.