6 to 10

The elevator got to the 6th. It was her floor.
- Bye, take care - clearly noting how felt in that moment.
The only I was able to say was - Yes, I will.
She got off the elevator. The doors began to close, and at the moment she wasn't able to see me, i couldn't take it anymore.
First the knot in my throught, my eyes getting wet... and then... a million of emotions in one: sadness, anger, fear...
But, one remains. The feeling that my time with you, has been the best of times. And that's what hurts the most: To know that is getting over, and we shall continue our paths.

10th floor. This my floor.