I had prepared myself for the worst.
I had packed all the things throughout our time together in boxes.
Never have I thought it would come to this, but I believe ALLAH has the best plans for me.
and then... he came with apologies.
Wanting to start afresh, another chance to make things work.
The weakling me said OK.
The day he left for Kuching, after Eid, was the last I ever saw him or heard from him.
Patience. Perseverance. Prayers.
What is to come?