I hate good byes. I really do. For one, I am not kind of the person who expresses her feelings well. Ironically, I expect it to be known and made obvious to the other person. -Be it feeling sad, angry or happy, though the happiness that is brimming in me tends to be more apparent to the others. It is probably because of the fact that I am not comfortable in portraying negative feelings. Maybe because I do not want others to feel affected also. So, that day, I met her before she leave for France the next day. I feel exceptionally sad this time round and walk home that night with a heavy heart, looking at the reality that it won’t be so soon to get to see her again. Next on my good bye list, he is leaving to Adelaide for further studies. The previous meet up the other time, we talk and it seems like he is bent on staying there long, like really long after he completed his degree. Another significant friend lost, one of the other friends who do not mind the silly me. There would no more be random meet ups, adventure thrills at Changi just to mentor and brush up my kayaking skills.

Sometimes, it is just the exterior of the person. Yet, the interior of it speaks a whole different story. She may not seem to bother, but if you happen to be the people that she cares about, do not question what you guys meant to her.