The first time I left you, I was standing at the bus stop alongside an empty road, my eyes chasing the shadows of your taxi, sadness fighting to fill the emptiness inside of me the moment you left. I cried. I was lost and didn't know the consequences of leaving. That scene was burned into my brain, into the depths of my memory, pain which never stopped burning. Tears of fear.

The second time I left you, I left your room, walked down the stairs and cried on the way back. Worried that I lose my image of you, that I lose the contours of your face, that something might happen and I will lose you forever. Sadness resurfaced and flowed into my body like my tears. Tears of pain.

Now that I am leaving once more. The pain has never been greater before. The pain in my brain still burns, it makes me look back to the days when we met. I saw you 6 years ago, had I known that you will mean so much to me today, I wouldn't have wasted a second since then, to get to know every single second about you. When your not with me, every second it feels like you've left already, and that I have lost you to time. Now I know why my grandmother cried when you grandfather left the world. The moment I think about you stepping pass those gates and leaving the airport, I'm sad, depressed, lost. Pain, pain, pain. Please, let me stay in your heart.

Tears of Love.

I LOVE YOU. You mean the world to me.