The last day

And then it was there - the last day. We slept quite long and enjoyed staying in bed together almost the whole morning. But finally we had to get up because we wanted to have some breakfast and we had to bring back the keys of the car before 12. So we had a short breakfast and left the appartment. I really tried not to think about the fact that my boyfriend would leave the next morning (at 7am!!) but it was in my mind and I couldn't do anything against it.

At least, it was quite a sunny day for the first time of the whole week and we decided to have a second breakfast in a nice little café. We had some coffee and cake and watched the people around us. It was such a nice situation and I wished the moment would never end. But, of course, it did and we continued our walk through the city. Everything seemed to be "the last time I would go there with him" which didn't make it easier. But I didn't say anything, I didn't want to destroy the nice atmosphere and I knew that I couldn't change anything about the situation. 

So I just tried hard to enjoy that last day. We went to the harbour, took some more pictures, watched some more people and went to the supermarket. He wanted to cook for me that evening because we had been too tired the day before, so we needed some more ingredients. After having bought everything we returned to the appartment and watched some TV and relaxed. Finally, he wanted to start cooking and I helped him a little bit even if he didn't want to tell me what it would be in the end. It took a while and it had to be left alone for 1 hour, so we just watched some funny videos in the internet and I loved the time with him so much - I just didn't want to let him go again. When he would be away I would stay in that city totally alone (well, I have friends here, but anyway) and my daily life would change completely - because at every place and with everything I did I would think that I have just done it with him together... 

But well - finally, the meal was ready and we were eating. It was delicious, but it was sooo much! I would have to eat it the whole upcoming week. But that was at least something remaining from him.. 

After having eaten I cleaned the kitchen and we relaxed again, enjoying the time together. After a while we got ready and went out to have a last cocktail and walk a bit next to the sea. It was a nice evening, without rain, and even if I was already sad I enjoyed every single second of it. When we finally returned to the appartment to go to bed (we would have to get up at about 4 am) the both of us couldn't sleep and we were talking for such a long time until we finally fell asleep (or at least me). 

The next day (or only some hours later) at 4am the alarm was ringing. I didn't want to get up, I just wanted to stay in bed with him and never ever get out of it. But he had a flight to catch, so I threw him out of bed (he's not the kind of person that likes getting up early) and we got ready. We took a taxi to the bus station and I was just trying not to think about the fact that I would be alone again only 2 hours later. The bus brought us to the airport and I tried to burn every single fact about him into my mind and to forget that I would miss him so much. 

At the airport there was some time left, so we had a coffee and a croissant for breakfast. But finally, it was time to say goodbye..it was short, because he doesn't like to be emotional in public, but just the fact that he said "see you soon" was enough for me to hope that there was a chance for our complicated relationship. He went through the security check gate and I turned around to go to the exit. I felt so lonely from one second to the other, I would have never imagined that it was possible...I already missed him so much and the worst was that I didn't know when I would see him again. It could be in 2 months or in 4 months, but both of it was too much.

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