So, 2016 just arrived about an hour ago. I celebrated my last day of 2015 with my family in church as usual except this twist. He is not there. I remember that day when I sent him off, I was pretty sure that I would have broken down if it wasn't for that will to have that power to stand strong simply because I want him to leave without any burden. I stood there and watched him leave. I couldn't move another inch because I was so afraid I would forget that I want him happy there. I was so afraid that I would accidentally shed a tear and make him feel heavy to go too. 2015 passed just like any other year. Except it was so different without him. Everywhere I went, memories of him would flood my mind. Holding back my tears I try my utmost best to find ways to curb that. I thought 'Hey, you've been through this separation bullshit. It shouldn't hurt you'. Well, pretty obviously I was wrong. They say writing is when the heart learns to heal. It is when you r...
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