Not so long after, I met him. We just stared at each other with an awkward smile. I knew that there wasn't any sparks between us.
I had enough of being someone who's staying and being left. I know how it feels. I know how miserable it is. The hardest part is to make you realize that things are not the same anymore. I should have learnt to know when to go on and when to stop.
This time, I am not the one who's left. Instead, I am the one who will leave this country. Even if it’s just 8 months, it’s still a long time for me. I adore this relationship. This relationship is nice; too nice to fail in LDR. I don't want to mess this. What if I can’t make it again?
I look at my watch. It’s the time to go. He holds my arms and hugs me tightly. I could feel his heart beats. He’s nervous. No.No. Please don't say those words.
He whispers, “I’ll see you soon, dear! Take care.” Oh crap! He said it.
Dejavu. I felt it before. Though I am not the one who's left, I just don’t want the person that I love feels the same way like me few years ago.
I am not doubting this. I've made up my mind. This time will be different. I assure myself once again. “I’ll see you in 8 months. Wait me home!” I hug him back.
I look at him once again before I enter the gate. I see him smiling. I smile back. I won’t give him false hope. Most importantly, this time, I will prove to myself, that “see you soon” is real. I won't be the one who leave scar. Instead of doubting this hope, I choose to give it a shot once again. I might leave for a while, yet I will come back, for sure. Until we meet again, Dear!
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