Four weeks will fly by, and I will be in your arms again.
As I enter the house after seeing you off, it is weirdly quiet. Somewhat lonesome. Extraordinarily still. For a moment, it feels oddly empty. I feel empty. It seems you have subconsciously taken a part of me with you, leaving me temporarily aimless.
I have to call you to tell you how different it is without your presence, as I sit down to dial your number, I am shocked to see your handphone still lying on the table!
Luckily your dad makes you leave earlier so you are still able to make a U-turn to fetch it, and for me to say goodbye to you once again. Strangely, the second time I enter the house, that tinge of sadness I experience earlier has evaporated, as if you had given me back that part of me you took away without your awareness when I handed the phone to you.
Four weeks will fly by, and I will be in your arms again.
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