25
May
It was like I had gone to a battle. Fighting for self-control, saying goodbye, and holding on. I couldn't let go. I wanted to hold on. I didn't like the night to end. The desire to stay close, so close, was on top of my head. Screaming. I did not want him to go because it meant three weeks or more without seeing him. A long-distance relationship sucks! So the night he bid farewell, I held on to him and clung like glue. He was holding on to me dearly, and I felt that at that moment, he, too, needed…