Goodbye is the saddest word

Chuchu, looking skinny and weak

Tonight, I felt my heart being torn into a thousand pieces. As I ate the chicken congee, the second dosing of my iron supplement from you, my tears dropped onto the soup.
I haven't lost anything, I know, actually, I didn't have anything right from the start, but it's the concept, the symbolic meaning of 'once', I wish it were real, it was wasn't it??
Letting go is the most difficult thing to do. But as I get back to my own self once again I see myself so explicitly needing a makeover. Ah how much do i need one.
And you'll always be that special someone in my heart, no matter where you are.
Good night,
Bets