The final departure

Dearest…

I left for home at around 1040hrs. I left the city where we met, and I probably left it forever. I say probably because one never knows what lies ahead. We did not know before the 3^rd semester that we would meet. And when we met for the first time, we did not know that we would be good friends and when we were the best of friends we did not realize when did we fall in love! Many great people advise not to look back. But I want to. As I was being driven out of the city, I had an urge to go back to it, go back with you to all the places associated with us, and relive all our good memories. I had you in my mind throughout the journey. I reached home around 2100hrs. We are now too close in terms of distance yet too far due to social obligations. A new life awaits us now bereft of each other physically close to each other but surely not morally. I know how bored you get these days. I can make that out from your messages. I’m sorry for not being able to bring you out of it for the past couple of days. I’ll try my best to be with you now as far as I can.

Yours…