Saying good bye turned out to be a lot harder than I expected.

As I chilled with my closest friends on my last night, I found words hard to come by.

Despite my growing unease, I still refused to speak my mind.

For fear of coming off as needy, desperate or just plain homosexual.

And so, we left it at that.

A handshake, a man hug, and that was it.

5 minutes later in the apartment lift, I struggled to fight back the tears.

All the flashbacks began in quick succession.

Almost as if my life in Sydney was over in a blink of an eye.

Thanks for the memories Salokin and Makoto.

Here's hoping there will be a reunion sometime.