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So i'm all alone again, but i'm grateful for all the time i had with him.

Watching him walking away and slowly disappearing from my sight is always heart-wrenching. This time, he made me leave first. I was on tip-toes as the escalator descended, trying my best to catch the last glimpse of him.

It's hard to swallow, but i guess i'm on my own again. There'll be no one to hold my hand till i fall asleep tonight and no one to greet me with a big goofy smile tomorrow morning.

I think it'll take awhile before his absence sink in. Till then, i'll be relishing the remnants of his presence - wearing the mission t-shirt he wore to bed last night, drinking the solo he left in the fridge and munching on the twisties we shared just days ago... ...

Hang in there okay?