Everything went better than I had planned.

Everything was perfect because it was real, and he was there.

Two weeks passed in a blur, one bubble of small happiness melting into another. And he was in every picture, holding me close like I mattered the world to him.

He was there. Hugging me in his sleep, talking to me like I was a child when I was sleepy, changing my clothes for me, kissing me good morning and good night.

He was there, holding my hand, my waist. Hugging and kissing, and more, whenever he has the chance.

He was there. Me sitting at the back as he cycled. Eating together. Him carrying me as he swam-walked in the seawaters.

There were quarrels and fights, but he was there.

There were tears,.but he was there.

He was there. Inside my life.

Not through Skype or Whatsapp or Viber, but warm and alive, holding me.

For two weeks, he was there.

How long will I get used to living without his warmth?

And the fights would lengthen and multiply again, because he is no longer by my side.

I was happier than I had been for a very long time, that two weeks.

And I know that I will not feel that happiness, for a very, very, very long time to come.

Laogong, I love you.

I miss you.

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