A reluctant hug, and a soft kiss goodbye, he is leaving once again Every year end, he comes to visit then goes back on a plane When he is with me, it is the only time I feel truly happy And when we are apart, all I can think of is when next we'd meet He looks at me and tells me he has to go but he will be back He says i could visit him after my exams, after i graduated I watch tearfully as he walks away from me, into the departure hall He glances back for one last look and a short wave, before disappearing behind a wall All i could do was to wish him all the best and wait till the next time we meet Before I know it, he's long gone.. nothing but oceans and countries away I tell myself to be strong, that life goes on - it should and it will But why does it seem like every time he leaves, time just stands still? The following days are spent getting used to not having him around Getting used to not being able to meet as and when we want I now sit and wait by the phone, the only way...