And when you knock at the door, a familiar face answers. You had hoped anyone other than her answers but prayers are not always heard. And there she was, hoping it was you. With a giant lump in your throat, you utter the word, 'goodbye', trying very hard not to feel the hurt. Trying to look only at her face and memorise all the details, so this moment can be etched in your heart and soul like you never existed without it.