"You don't have to be sorry..." He took time off work to be with me. He bought an expensive ticket to fly here and has to work weeks to catch up on work. He cried and put himself through such painful experiences. For me. What more can I expect of a friend? What can I expect from just a friend?
"Be happy... Be free..." I wished him.
He continued to tear as he entered the immigration control. He turned back and mouthed, twice, "I love you..."
I smiled weakly back.
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