I sighed. “Yeah, I am.” I walked out the door.

...

I was outside her apartment holding a bouquet and movies on my hand.

I took a deep breathe and knocked.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked.

“There’s something I would like to talk about. May I come in.”

She opened up the door, and I got in.

“What’s going on?” She had a worried look on her face.

“You probably need to sit down.”

She then got to the couch and I gave her the letter. After a few minutes of reading it she looked at me. I didn’t know how to describe what emotions she was having. They were all mixed of sadness and joy.

“I’m happy for you.” She smiled but her face seems otherwise.

“Eva.”

“It’s okay, I just know that you’ll make a good baker out there.”

She then wrapped her arms around my shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”

I put mine on her waist.

We were both hurt. The months we’ve spent together will just end.

I recalled back the memories we had. Like the first time we met. I was still a cake decorator that time. It was her aunt’s wedding that time and she asked for the cake her mom ordered. I was a mess that time but we got to know more of each other after.

We were just there. Holding each other for a minute or two. After letting go, we just had smiles on our faces. The ones that say, it’s been a long run.