I suddenly realize it is May now and he will come back to me..

Time seems played a joke with me. When he left November last year, it seems everything slowed down. I can no longer concentrate myself on things I had to do. Every weekend seems so empty without his accompany. Even I sit in the middle of many people, I still feel lonely. Every month I would count the days to comfort myself that he will be back soon. I know time never show partiality to anybody but I still feel it treats me unfairly. Why time went so slow when I need him to come back to me?

But all of a sudden, it’s May. He told me he will come home next month. Next month.. I feel so excited about it. I have been waited for so long. But next month I will leave as well. When can I see him again?