May the history repeat itself

As I entered the airport last night,
I was upset and missed you.

Not because you weren’t there,
But the fear that you may never be there.

It did and will always remind me of the unfulfilled promises we made,
And the untraveled destinations.

They say that if you have to know your partner well, travel with him;
I did, and with you, each day was a beautiful and unforgettable journey.

Even the rising sun reminded me of you, my sunshine,
And reminded me of your last words that I live on: “I believe this is not a goodbye, and we will be back together.”.

It’s said that history repeats itself,
So I will wait to meet you again for the first time, and from there we will fulfill the journey of our life.

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