"What makes you happy?", he asked me, looking straight to my eyes. You. That's what I want to answer, but I didn't. "Letting me go, that's definitely what would make me happy." He went silent for a while, then blinked for several times. Surprised was an understatement of what emotion his eyes held at that very moment. "Letting you go will make my life miserable, but I won't regret it knowing it will be me who's going to be the root of the smiles you'll be making when I walk away." He said with a smile and I catch a tear roll down his cheek from his left eye. He immediately wiped it with the back of his hand and inched his mouth closer to my ear to whisper the words I never wanted to hear.. "Good bye, Juliet. I'll be missing you, always."