I watched from behind as his figure slowly disappeared into the dark.

A stream of silver water rolled down my cheeks leaving a mark.

I thought the last time I could see him is before my very own death.

But no one ever knew that he’d leave before I could catch my breathe.


Now he’s back, still the same person since the day he left.

Same personality, attitude, likes, hobbies, taste in music, choice of words.

He’s still the guy I once knew.

Sane, humorous, bright, understanding, compassionate and sensitive.

It’s still him, nothing ever changed. 


All except the one in his arms.



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