I take this day to remember the saddest moment.

January 4th: I wake up, drowsy, yet content. I knew I had the love of my life within arms reach; yet as I woke up, I was overcome with sorrow. This was the day that I had to depart with a part of my soul. As the day wore on, that ominous time drew closer and closer, along with my desperation to hold on to him. I simply did not want to let him go, I wanted to keep him within my embrace. Yet, I could not.

Six o’clock finally came by. So we had to set off to the Bart station that was our only mode of transportation at the time. The trip down do the greyhound station was bitter-sweet. We were glad that we actually had the chance to meet each other, along with enforcing each others love for each other. It was just the fact that he had to leave made it a really somber occasion.

We finally arrive at the greyhound station. Codi walks into the terminal to check-in his bags, and then we wait. The wait was the worst feeling of my life; I struggled to keep myself from breaking into tears. Then, the moment finally came; the bus finally arrived. I picked up his bags, and put them onto the bus for him, after I did that. I barely managed to flutter out "Goodbye babe, I love you" after I said that I gave him a long hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Before he could say anything, I quickly turned around and started walking, walking away from the love of my life.