This is how we end

This is me, making a post at 1am in the morning.
You can call it as late night self conversation.

I guess this is how we end.
Just so you know, i never wanted this to end.
I always want you.

I always excited to see your name popped up on my phone screen.
I always love to hear your everyday stories
- what you ate for lunch, dinner
- the name of the HO you whacked
- the ridiculous cases referred to you
My face expression may look like I was bored, but I can never be bored.
You can talk for hours and I still will be listening.

I like your one dimple.
I like sitting in your car listening to songs.
I like having you around.
I like having lunch/dinner with you.
I like when you text me first.
I like the way you make me laugh.
I like when you tell me about your plans and dreams.

If this the way we end, i want you to know that i am forever grateful to have you in my life.
I am forever grateful to whatever you have done.

You were there when I told you I failed my assessment.
You were there when I told you I got extended in surgery.
You were there when I told you I failed my assessment again.
You were there when I have to work in 3C.
You were there when I told you I passed my surgery posting.
You were there when I told you I got anaes as my 6th posting.
You were there when I told you about my first successful intubation.
You were there when I told you about my successful spinal.
You were there when I told you I passed assessment with Dr Asmah.
You were there when I told you I got scolded by the specialist.

Thank you.
It's always you.