Based on real-life memories and experiences. Writing this to honour whom I've lost and whom I hope to see again soon.

How can I just let you walk away,
Just let you leave without a trace?
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave?
'Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all.

I remember it so well. Our hearts were filled tot he brim with light and love, and the heat of our latest making love session in that huge white and fluffly hotel bed still reverberated in our bones. I could still see her eyes getting more bright while our skin touched, her brown locks swooping down between us. I could still feel my fingertips on her back, her lips on my neck, my fingertips on her breasts.. I could still hear her whispering my name and how much she loved me. I remember her cuddling with her head on my chest one last time, combing her delicate fingers slowly through my blonde, and now very messy, locks. We were so lucky to finally be able to celebrate the Christmas holidays surrounded by love and support, it was a unique opportunity after being so far apart for so long at a time.

Right before she had to walk through the gates, we stopped one final time. Her hands free of luggage, she flung her arms around my neck and I inhaled the scent of the most beautiful woman in my life. My arms tightly around her waist, I hugged her body as tightly as I could. Time seemed to stand still. We were in our own little bubble, in the middle of the airport, surrounded by literally thousands of people. She kissed me on the lips, urgent, desperate, passionate. In that kiss it felt like she tried to add all the words we didn't have to speak at that moment.

Because she was on the verge of missing her plane, we reluctantly let go of each other. We whispered how much we loved each other, and how we would make it. Nothing in the whole world could break us. We would never, ever, let anything or anyone come between us. We would work so hard to make it.

Of course we cried. As a doctor I've learnt how to control my emotions, but every trick I tried, nothing would help of course. I cried like a little baby and she was crying because I was crying.

There was one last lasting peck, a wave, and she was gone. Not that she wanted to, but she had to. Our lives had started over ten thousands miles away from each other, and the things of our daily lives had to be managed first before we could ever close that distance between us. But we were working so hard on it. It was all Bo and I wanted, a life together, full of the love and passion we had been sharing for years now.

But who would ever think that this may be the last time I would see her?