To know the fact that I'll be unable to see you for twenty days. It's kinda weird. But it wrenches my heart. It's the first time that I've felt sad, going back home. I'm leaving on Friday night. How I wish I can hug you tight before I leave. To pat you at the back, or to hug you. To smile at you, and to let me wave my "super wave" at you. To see your eyes for the last time before I board the plane. To hear you say, "See you in school!", an assurance that I'll still see you again.
