It was raining heavily the day he was to leave.
It wasn't meant to. But it did. Just like how he wasn't supposed to. But he did.
Look, the sky is pouring out my tears. I guess it is also as sad as I am that you are leaving.
He did not look my way. But he sure sent his reply my way.
No. Those are the tears of my joy falling from the sky. Because I am leaving.
He had an answer. For everything. Except me.