On missing someone

I sometimes think about the morning I bade farewell to my maid of 15 years. 

That morning, she gave me a hug before I left for work (internship). It was the first time I hugged someone so tight, and it was hard to believe that it would be the last time I can ever cry in her arms. I started bawling. She started crying too, and also somehow managed to apologise (for losing her temper sometimes). I didn't want to leave the house knowing she wouldn't be around anymore when I get home and that I probably won't see her ever again. I didn't want to let go.

I don't think I will ever forget that day. She has called a few times since she left but I never talked to her; afraid that I would cry upon hearing her voice.

It hurts to the bones - to be missing someone you know you might never see again despite being alive, being on the same planet. The world's getting smaller because of technology advancements, but it doesn't help the situation that I am in. 

I miss you so much.