I don't know who started it. They called it Tissafied, and even got my name wrong. For the nth time, single s, single s. The devil is in the details, but I don't think it was a most devilish detail, enough to make this gesture anything less than what it was: the sweetest farewell present.
It's been three months since, and I've already forgotten who else did it, or if anybody else did. What I do remember was feeling extra loved, and finding it harder to say goodbye.