It was the day I had to return to Chicago. It was my last day to return to Chicago…It was December 13, 2013. This was the day I returned to make an end..I think it was a day it snowed when I landed but I did not think too much of the too smallest of details. I was in the airport and thought, this was where it began. A traveling of back and forth between Chicago and New York. He didn’t wait for me at the airport nor was it best if he did. So I bought a train ticket to our stop in the Loop. The train ride into the city was long as always. I had no interest with the things outside the window. It was just mundane and cold. My thoughts were of how would I go about this? How would I go back in there without tearing up? To be honest even before I get to the end and describe the beginning to middle, I want to explain that this parting would be the hardest heartbreaking parting of my life. It is something of a poetic nature. I would call it bittersweet. He was still kind. He was still soft. He was still a gentleman. But indeed, it was to end once the next day or two hit.
I got to the apartment building. It was the same as always. Busy here, busy there. He didn’t come down but I went up. The opening of the door. The apartment was the same at most, just a bit dusty.
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