There are two things that always occurs at the airport, either someone has to leave or someone just arrived.
Definitions are too wide to elaborate. Someone who leaves - temporary or not, would always be inconvinient as cough. Involved on it never taste pretty. Sometimes I thought those kind of separation only happens in movies, but oh dear lord, it happens in life too. It happens to be more sour than Sally.
One of my dearest friends, Wardha, the chubby mini size panda just left Indonesia for United States.
She left her chair empty in class, her presence will be hard to reach.
Things changed because of it. Tears fell towards the gravity upon the memories that won't be replaced by anything. The drought for undefineable length of time until the next untold meeting. Airport acts as the edge of it, of separation.
Just in case she might read this, take care sweety.
Despite everything, life goes on. No matter I fear the feeling of losing a couple more (friends who enlisted to go abroad) in the future which I have been warned and couldn't imagine on, nothing can stop the changes. It'll happen.
God knows when the reunion will be held but some day, I'll come back to the airport and confess a come back. Where the bitterness of airport switched in to the urge of joy as missing no longer available.
That would be fair.
Things will heal just like a broken late night with cup of hot chocolate and talks. Each existence of a thing, covered the other thing around. But still, words are a lot easier than acts.
What's in United States soon will took my dearest away?
Things will heal just like a broken late night with cup of hot chocolate and talks. Each existence of a thing, covered the other thing around. But still, words are a lot easier than acts.
What's in United States soon will took my dearest away?
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