I tried to pull off my usual enthusiasm for this day. But I haven’t really had the time to really compose myself. My thoughts are a mess, scattered and in bedlam, but I have to get through all of these because today it would be our last.

The sun was shining brightly outside, I took a peek, draw my curtain and open the windows. Today will be a good day, I claim. The important thing is we always try to live at the present, nothing good will happen if I keep lingering on the past.

I pull myself out of my room. Though my body longs for more rest, I need to gather all my strength for this day. I headed for a quick bath, dried my hair and shuffled my clothes on my closet. I got a long back white polo, a vintage shirt, and pair of tattered skin-tight jeans. I quickly got dressed and got out of my room and went downstairs.

As I got down, he was already there waiting for me.

My heart still aches with the sight of him. After everything that we've been through, that he'd been through, I am just happy that we still manage to be here, in my humble pad, together. So, without uttering any words, I grabbed him and lead the way out.

“Today would be a long day”, I said to him but he didn’t manage to reply. “I plan to take you to our usual places. Will that be fine?”

Again, he didn’t reply.

I have to endure everything because this would be the last time that Mark and I could get along. After everything that had happened I am just happy that I can spend one last day before I can formally bid him goodbye.

Yes, as unseeingly the word ‘last’ can be so profound, I am very sure that this day would be the very last time I would meet and spend time with him.

To be honest, I hate goodbyes. Even the idea of uttering those words, I hate. Yes, I know, we all hate goodbyes. Others think that it is just an end of a chapter that after one formal goodbye is another start of a new beginning. But what if goodbyes are plainly goodbyes and ends? As much as it hurts we cannot do anything when the time comes and you have to bid goodbye with the person you love. I would rather drop a "catch you soon" or "see you later", rather than uttering the word goodbye. There is just too much sadness in it. The finality that it brings, the pang of loneliness that it can bring upon. I can feel the same load because I am on the verge of bidding my last farewell to the person I love.

I’m already sweating cold but I have to show him that I am okay, that I am fine. My hands were fixed at him as we went outside. I plan to being him to the bookstore where we first met. It was one of the most random things that had happened to me, meeting him out of the blue as if fate had tied our strings and decided to intertwine our lives.