For how long am I supposed to carry the grief? Every time someone leaves me without a goodbye, it feels like they will return on a silent evening, with apologies in their heart and a similar pain in their eyes. But that never happens. With distance, it becomes quite clear that there is no procedure for returning. Yet my heart keeps beating with a hope that maybe, this time, it will be different. I have always been a lover girl—at least I thought so. The life I have lived till now only knows the