"There's a time that I remember, when I never felt so lost."

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The day when you told me that you were moving to another country was the same day my heart shattered; the thought of not seeing you every day ripping apart my soul. I knew you felt the same too, but you had to leave for your mother's sake. The thought of losing your mother to cancer in a few months had broken you from within but strangely giving you the energy to do everything you could in your hands to save her.

It was so very hard to let you go, knowing that the person whom I had loved for the last four years, I perhaps wouldn't be able to be with them again. Despite this, you had promised me you would come back as soon as it was all over, giving me that small hope which I desperately needed at that time, keeping me from stumbling into darkness.

So, you left me here, both of us praying things would go back to normal. Days turned into weeks, which then eventually turned into months, and I was still waiting here for you to return. You would call me every day and tell me about your life there— how your mother had miraculously survived but it had left your family struggling financially.

I can still recall how happy you were when you told me you had got the job which would help you earn the much-needed money, my reaction being that of a proud one. I knew you were strong enough to tackle the problem on your own and this news couldn't have made me happier.

But somehow, it seemed that the deep down under the happiness, I was afraid.

Afraid of losing you forever.

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