My heart would break every time I left her, and she'd see me off on the train platform, before the automatic doors threatened to divide us for good.
She used to run for a couple seconds on the other side of the shut doors, with my wet face pressed up against the glass. She'd stop soon after, unable to catch up with the speed and mechanics of such a grand brute. But I'd continue to watch her as long as I possibly could, straining my eyes to catch that very last glimpse and shadow. She would always be watching me, too, until we were out of each other's sights.
This was over a decade ago.
Three years ago I didn't cry a drop.
I will always love her with all my heart.
xx 12:01 a.m.