So this is how it feels to leave someone behind.
I used to think it was easy, seeing how you’d come and go, months at a time, for the past three years, three months and two days.
How come you make it look so easy?
Days before that fateful day, the ache of leaving you behind started to creep in. But on the day I left, as you dropped me off the airport, I was numb.
Or I thought I was.