The pain.

It was indescribably difficult leaving. It felt like a bad dream, having to part with a piece of my heart. I wanted so bad to stay in Singapore with my family that I started crying the day before we were due to leave whenever my thoughts inevitably wandered to our imminent departure.
On the plane, the tears flowed unbidden again, like rain in the monsoon season, as I caught glimpses of the city disappearing through my misty eyes. It was a long while before I could make them stop.
The only time when I will feel whole again, is when I can come back and not have to leave again.