So you're gone, once again.
And we hugged for the last time, until we meet again. I'll keep this memory in my head forever. What a funny scene, four boys, one girl, smoking in the parking lot, then going in the middle of the airport, sitting at the Costa Café, waiting for your flight departure at 4.30, talking, laughing and messing around just like we were going to see you tomorrow. But we won't.
And I handed you the envelope, and I hope you smelled the perfume I spread on it, maybe, just maybe, it will remind you of me from time to time. If you could, you would stay, if we could, we would go with you, if you didn't come, we couldn't go on. That's life. People come, and they leave, some of them stay, but they are left behind. I was happy to see your baby face, smiling, walking away just like it was no big deal. I was proud of you because you didn't show anything. And that's why I have the hope and the feeling I will see you soon.
We didn't say goodbye. And I won't.
I will see you soon.