counting the days

Time seems to fly fast when you don't want someone to leave. I'm counting the days till someone whose close to my heart is leaving. It sounds like a dream everytime I think of it, sometimes I wish that I would wake up from that dream. I had to pinch myself to make myself realise its a reality after all. And it makes me wonder why is it that we have to go through all the breakups, the seperations in life...if only I have the answer.

The worst is the memories. If only is a bitter memories, I can accept it well but all was good..good memories and sweet too. Never been treated so nice by someone and suddenly it's just being snatched away...how cruel is that.

I'm gonna miss the stealing look, the chats, the morning breakfast and the lunches..I miss how he can make me smile even at the worst day of my days, how he could just make me laugh everytime I'm down..buying me ice creams whenever my temper rises..hmmm...wake up dear..wake up..it's time to smell the coffee and reality that everything is temporary..

What's worse...the thought of not seeing each other anymore, the thought of not listening to his voice, the thought of not receiving messages from him and the thought that he even won't remember me at all or would our path will cross each other again for there are no reason for him to remember me at all. By the time he's gone maybe I will come to accept it and that I would accept in life there would always be seperations and break ups as I have accepted long ago that relationships never last long...

I will miss you dear as my friend and companion..as I count the days till you walk out of the door on your final day...