Breaking up inside

He’s finally left.

The count-down is over, and he’s already on his way away from me. I can’t stop crying. I can’t believe he’s gone, I can’t … I should have gone with him. When I saw him leave, I felt a rushing feeling inside me, my fists clenched, and my face looking at him, away from family and friends around me. I can’t bear the separation, and it’s just been over one hour since I last saw him.

How am I supposed to go on? I need him. I need him so much at my side. He’s always been my strength, support… my pillar. I’m free-falling through the air. I keep telling myself I’ll see him in a year’s time, but it feels so far away, so dim… that it’s not enough to sustain me. I want to see him now, I want him beside me now.