It'll be worth it in the end

Can't seem to get my mind off him.

I realize that this morning was the very first time i send someone off in the airport. I've always managed to avoid such occasions until now.

It's no wonder that this departure was so much harder to handle, compared to the many many ones before. Maybe because it's the longest time apart, or maybe it's because i actually saw him walked away.

The fight with my tears was hard.

The last kiss was even harder.

This week has gone by too fast. Seems like yesterday I was happily picking him up from the airport.

I now know how it feels to be the one left behind.