Yes, I cried. As soon as I crossed the threshold, I bawled. I staggered to the couch that just last night served as your bed and the tears just gushed out. A look around, your jacket on the chair, your cup on the counter, your presence, just, everywhere. I could feel it fading. You were here, yet you weren't. I could see you in my mind, asking me a question, with your red Kathmandu jacket on. I could remember your laugh as we sang corny tunes off the top of our heads. But the memories don't take away the loneliness. They won't help when I enter a silent and dark house. They can't talk back to help me through this great sadness.

Sometimes I think I'm a little overdramatic. But perhaps it's just the way I react to losing something that means so much to me. True, it's only temporary but the wound runs deep. Noone can recreate the bond that two sisters share. A bond that compels me to spend as much time as I possibly can with my idol sister. A bond that breaks my heart everytime we are torn apart.

I really miss you, Jie, and we've only just said goodbye 2 hours ago. You should be boarding your flight by now, perhaps even taxiing off the runway. May you have the safest of flights and the most comfortable-est of travel.

And even though I don't say it often, I really love you, Jie, and many hugs to you.