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I'm leaving

Do you know the importance of saying "see you again"?

Tell her that "I'm leaving."

「走了」有很多种意思。
也有很多种可能 ......
可能从此不再相见；
也可能「走了的」终究会回来...
而在这里代表了... 再也没有
By: 《妹妹》语录

Translation:

There's a lot of meaning and possibilities to
「I'm leaving」.
It may mean never seeing each other again;
it may mean those who left, will eventually
come back one day.
And in here, it means... Forever gone.

Remember to say goodbye to your love ones.

Cos' you cannot guarantee that you will see them again.

And that's how regrets happen.

If they leave,

A fist to the head, a pool of tears or continuous apologies will not bring them back.

So, remember to say good bye or see you again when you leave.

I make my way down to her house.

Full of anticipation with images of scenario and words that we might say when we meet flooded my mind.

Step by step, I finally reach her flat.

I adjusted my top, raise my hand and reach for the door bell.

I stop. Put down my hand and hesitated.

'What if' thoughts came up to me.

I hesitated.

A few seconds later..
I've decided.

'Oh, screw that, whatever'.

I pressed the door bell firmly.

The wooden door open.

But it wasn't her whom appear, it was her father.

And next her mother came out to talk to me.

I'm not going to explain further what happen,

but I can say that,

I didn't get to see her again.

However, I know she's doing great in her life now.

And I'm honestly proud and happy for her.

I guess it is time to move on from my past.

"Tell her that 'I'm leaving'. Thank you and goodbye."

Was my last sentence. And

I left, in peace.

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xoxo, YH.

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