The scene of you leaving; you grabbing my hands when we walked towards the airport bus transfer; the two of us crying; and our last hug together. They just go on repeat mode every other day. And today, I went back to Gamla Stan, and I saw your ghost again.
But every time these scenes start to play somewhat automatically, I'll picture the day we reunite again back in Singapore. And with each day passing, our rendezvous at home draws nearer. And now, our distance is only 4 months apart...
