For the past 1 year i had to say hello and goodbye to 6 great friends, some goodbyes harder than the others. For Cheanea, the long weekend was 48 hours and 4 hours of sleep. We talked for 6 hours straight throughout the nights just like old times.
Our faces and eyes all puffy.
As she walked through the departure gates my heart couldn't help but feel a tad empty. I'd miss having her around like crazy but no matter what she'll always be a part of who I am. And then distance becomes just a metric measurement.
The one for the road.
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