I really miss you. An endless struggle with the change in status quo. Sorry but I cannot bring myself to face you without tears brimming spontaneously. So many memories re-play every second, every minute, every hour, every sunrise, every sunset, every slumber, every awakening.

I walk a lonely road back home now. Going home is a gradual pain. Because you crossing the road, passing through the carpark roads, taking the lift and walking down the stairs with me, has become history. I can no longer play my child-like hide and seek game with you; now you only walk away without turning back at all. I can wait and see from my floor, and hope in darkness you will walk from the lift landing and wave good-bye to me. Good-bye comes so true.

You always did your little clap when I did something nice for you, or even when you felt I was cute or pretty. I have never seen that clap in a while; I must have lacked amusement for quite some time already.

Carrying my bag and stuff appeared to be your hobby even before offical Day 1. I enjoyed shopping without carrying so much things so I could browse through articles with ease. Now, even with bare hands and shoulders the burden's bending my back. I am a self-confessed outrageous spoilt brat. I won't budge my ass once I sit down at a food court or restaurant, except for moving my mouth to tell someone what I want. No more being like a princess, for the prince has long rode on.

When I'm sleeping, you would always watch me silently, making sure I'm sleeping comfortably and soundly. And even in retirement I could sense your presence in intervals, that's how close we once were.

Watching scary movies freak the hell outta me. But because you were there for me to bury my face for a few seconds and cover my eyes in an emergency, my fear plunged to a new low.

I'm an infamous water-fall in your love, and your hugs were the best medicine for my wounds. You put your hand over my head and shoulders to let me know everything's going to be alright, you would always be there for me.

Too many times my tears fell heavy and hard, so I became immune to the old medicine. It's a new virus that's hurting me real bad, and no one has found a cure yet.

Like a mist in the dark sky, you appear and disappear, so fast. Sometimes above the lake I can see you, but before I can take enough time to etch the memories deep in my heart, you disappear again, this time, with another breeze.

I love you, but separation does not come with strings, and I don't want to tangle you no more.