I will never see you again

You said apologetically: 'My friend is in trouble so I really have to go now. I'm flying back to my country next Tuesday for Christmas. I will be back in New Year. I'll give you a call when I get back.'

'Flying home? Give me a call?' These words rang in my ears.

 Three weeks seemed like eternity, and it IS a doomed eternity for us, being at a very delicate stage.

'This will probably be the last time I ever see you. Don't go,just forget your friend.' I knew I was being selfish, but I had no confidence at all in meeting you again after that.

'I have to go, he is in big trouble. I will call you when I am back okay?'

'No, you won't. You know you won't. You never call. You never text. And it's such a long time.'

'It's just four... three weeks. I'll be back by New Year.'

By New Year.

New Year symbolises new beginnings, I knew I won't be waiting for you as I had waited enough but you didn't know that, so you didn't see why I was so sad.

You couldn't leave me so you had to lie, you promised to be back after you checked that your friend was alright.

I half-believed it. So I waited.

Of course, your friend wasn't alright, so you never returned. That's your forte - disappearing.

Will you remember the scene? Us standing in the middle of a room with  tables full of other bar-goers, me hugging you, burying my face on your chest, desperately asking you not to leave, you circling me with your arms, explaining apologetically, promising to be back?

I don't think you will. Just like I don't think I will either.

That was the end of us. I will never see you again.