My week living in a cond with her ended, and I started my journy home. It was an ealy morning flight, so I left the cond at 1AM.

Looking out the window, I remember all the days I spent with her.

I arrived at Narita Airport safety. After clearing immigration, I immediately sent her a message.
She already missed me.

When was the last time someone loved me this much?

I plan to act soon we can meet again.