13.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Exactly 3 months ago, on 13 September 2005, at this exact same time, I was crying my heart out because he had to succumb to regimentation which means that the closeness we once had would naturally dissipate, and I could not stop tearing profusely cause I suddenly felt a loss and only god knows how terrible the feeling was.
And I named that day "The Faithful Departure".
Today, on 13 December 2005, still at the exact same time, I still am crying my heart out, overwhelmed by extreme sadness which he will never understand and only god will know.
And it is now, really "The Faithful Departure".
Prolly 13 is truly an ominous number afterall...