Parting.

天无不散之宴席。
夕阳无限好， 只是近黄昏。

I remembered how it was when my my senior resigned. My tear ducts would be activated whenever she put her arms around me. And on my last day at my previous , I cried buckets, and missed my dear kakis to bits.

People do come and go. It's an event, and the aftermath of such events fade with time. Somehow, just somehow, I don't think I can get used to such bittersweet partings.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.