Thoughts of a Sunday Afternoon

Went to the Garden Cafe, had a chicken Caesar salad for a hope to feel the happiness I felt before. The non-romantic, filled with laughs and gifts dinner less than a month ago. But how can you feel the same way if you are not with the same person? And how can you ever again feel that if they are already in a different continent? They left. Left with this part of my happiness for a hope that they may come back one day. How many more am I going to lose to traveling? How many other goodbyes are we going to make for the sake of an unknown future?