It was Tuesday morning when you told me you where about to leave soon for six months. I did not mind at the beginning. When I heard about it, I was calm and neutral. My feelings for you hadn't been developed yet and I was glad that you would leave at some point, because my life was getting complicated when you were around.
You started becoming sweeter with me, more than before. The caring boy I met once was there right in front of me again. It was the time I realized that I wanted you to be with me. The same time when you realized how unhappy you were that you were going abroad. Feelings had gotten in our way. Our feelings for each other.
All wanted to say was "Go! We'll figure it out somehow".
All you needed to say was "I want us to try and stay together".
The truth was that until the last hour I was thinking that all of these were just a bad dream and that sooner or later you would tell me that you are staying. If only you knew how much I cried when you left.
Time passed and neither of us said anything about trying. It was going to be hard, we both knew that, but how can you be sure that you made the right choice if you don't at least try for what you want? There might come a day, when one of us might regret not taking the chance. And then what? I wished there would be an "undo" button somewhere, so that we could start over again.
I wouldn't change much in our love story, except refusing saying that last goodbye to you at the airport.
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