For the whole of this week I've been rushing home straight after work. Didn't ride it everyday though I just felt I had to be at home in case I wanted to ride it because I never know when I'm going to touch a bike ever again.
Saturday was heartbreaking. I woke up extra early just to take more photos with it and while I was waiting for the new owner to pick me up to Sin Ming to transfer the ownership I sat on the bike and started tearing.
At the counter, I immediately regretted being present and said "I shouldn't be here".
And finally when we reached home it I started it and hugged it for the last time before walking away from it.
Well, its not the end of the world at least I still have my baby bear (my only baby left) (: