i think airports are emotional roller coasters. You leave and you leave behind the people that you love or un loved. And When You arrived you will be with the people you love or maybe none at all.
Texting.. “I’m here, where are you?”
“Outside in the car, black by the road side”
“Ok, coming”
Walking to the car i swear i could hear my heart beating crazily. I don’t want to say it when i get here but i felt i had no choice. I felt i needed this progress to our friendship. i felt i needed to express because i felt suffocated and constrictive of me being. This feeling really does fucks people up.
I think i am fine if the answer is ‘no’, i think so. i know I’ll be crushed but i don’t fucking know.
I don’t know why i am doing this in the first place. probably its better off that not saying anything. Probably.
But then again you know, how shitty the heart can be. as much as i can give out loves, it want in return love as well.
It feels forever walking towards the car albeit its a small airport. waiting for me across the arrival gate.
Its feels forever knowing the person that sits in that car. It feels like a lifetime but a matter of fact it has only been a few months. Its just that every time i come here, there’s no one else i want to be with. A temporary happiness.
Temporary but each time i love more. a little more.
The smile, the smell, the smirk.
Small things that without fail engulf me in a myriad of mix emotions.
I opened the boot chuck my bags in, open the front passenger door and sat myself in.
I said “Hey!”
“Hey”
and I replied “I have something to tell you"
“What?”
“I’m hungry”
Fuck. Maybe next time.
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