It hits hard when you are booking an one-way flight from a place you love;

sending goodbyes to your close friends without knowing if it is the last one;
having the sight of your home to leave you;
all while telling yourself, "don't look back".

The only thing that I can truly take from moments are my nostalgia.
Although foolishness is a prerequisite for love,
I've realized it is a futile attempt to recreate memories.
So, I will wipe my tears and cherish those moments, only to take it to my grave!

When change is the only constant, goodbyes become inevitable.

Is this how death foreshadows itself? through constant change?
I don't know yet.
But faith is the only crutch needed to move forward!