I smiled and I waved you goodbye. You looked back, did the same and continued to walk in the direction of the gates. My heart was heavy. I knew I would be back here in only four days. I knew that you would still love me and would go home with me again. Still, I hated saying goodbye to you. No matter how sure I was that you would come back. I carry just an ounce of fear with me that I would never see you again. That I would stand there in four days waiting for you, but had to go home alone.
