Today my best friend is going back to Seoul. 

I promised myself i wouldn’t cry, and i didn’t cry when she hugged me and sniffled. 

But then as soon as she left, i just stood outside my apartment barefoot and whimpering. 

Then my eyes started to burn with tears.

Then i started screaming.

Then the front of my shirt was wet and my feet were covered in asphalt and rock dust. 

And now i don’t want to look at a single picture of her, because if i do, i know that in the morning, i’m going to wake up with swollen eye lids.