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.