Yes, he did, but in the sweetest way - a COLD yet fond way. He spared them a goodbye too cruel to be suffered, underlined by those miles keeping them apart. Perhaps, it’s what DESTINY crafted for them : isolation. But there’s satisfaction in just walking away - yes, there is, in a coward and selfish act of self-preservation, one of those moment when you just need to walk away, take a deep breath, and think that it will all be fine.But what happens when paths have to cross again ? Bitterness hidden under the sweet NOSTALGIA of a reunion, he smiles again, believing words he would have never confere any semblance of truth to it. And, deep down, he find some kind of solace thinking that, maybe, he was wrong. What if he kept him in his mind just as he did, memory of certain FONDNESS never truly erased ? —— I am glad to be back and know that you kept me in your toughts, as I did for you, my dear friend. “