the flight home was not bad at all... she slept 6 hours straight and so did i. he was with me. we are together. tired but content. it was by many miles better than the flight back. not because of the service. not because of any hiccups. more than anything, it was the loneliness. the heart crumpled... missing its beat and the soul that has to be left behind.

it has to be done.
it is the best decision.
it just has to be.

and i remembered her climbing her favourite chair.
his smile... her tiny lips making non-sensible chatters.

the mystery of love,
to love and be loved,
how it make one goes over the moon...
how being apart hurts so deep...

and with the reform of immigration rules and what not at the moment... i can only hope we can be together again soon, insyaallah. in the meantime, we'll hold on to that longing. that mutual feeling. and the faith. to savour the juices of life. for life is not a destination. it's a journey. and every steps count.