saying goodbye is weird, because you can still see the person, but you know it will be gone soon, out of reach…

a short moment of sadness stroke me when looking at her, standing in the train, doors soon closing.

still i was happy, happy with her here. but she was leaving. that was a weird feeling; sadness for the future but happy in the present…

see you, my friend! we’re going to see each other again! ❤