Why isn't there a divine warning for when we see the person we love for the last time? No, this is not a tragic love story that ends in death. This is an unrequited love story that ends in separation. Separation of bodies , of souls , of worlds . I still remember the last day I saw him. It was a Tuesday. We were both on the same bus. He was all alone, standing in all his splendor, his phone in his hand, and his earphones blaring music in his ears. He was showing off that breathtaking smile of his. I know that smile; he used to smile at me the same way. Was he talking to her? Was she the one making him laugh now? Or was he looking at her pictures and admiring her? It hurts overthinking about all of that, so I assumed that he was watching some funny video of a cat going crazy over fallen tree leaves. But I know he wasn't. I chose to believe that nonetheless, hoping that the ache will slowly fade away. It's been almost a year since I last saw him on that bus. I had a friend w...