How can I miss you if you won't go away?

Do you remember, that little magnetic thing i put on my fridge? "How can I miss you if you won't go away"?

Often I joke about that, because I was always damned sure that even when you go away I won't miss you, and that I even went as far as telling you to go away, just to prove to you (and myself) that we won't miss each other.

Sixteen godamn years, sixteen years of bitter sweet memories, sixteen years of you going here and there and sixteen years of my always going out of your life, and sixteen years of the serendipities that tie us together in very unexpected moments, and be there together as if the clock stops.

Sixteen years godamn years, now you go away... How can I not miss you?

*even for the grandest will of what people call the Almighty that you go away, how can i not miss you. Maybe now is the time to remove that little magnetic thing*