Paris
so my friend has left for Paris.
It reminded me so much of the time when you left. looking at them and i really cried, just that it wasn't accompanied with those loud hiccups. (too paiseh to cry so loud also)
Is the airport's departure hall the saddest place in the world? For a lot of people, it isn't. But for certain persons, it is the place where they hug and cry, the place where one looks through that glass door feeling empty.
You won't start crying before the other enters that glass door, so i guess i should narrow down my statement. It isn't the departure hall that is the sad place, don't we laugh and smile and joke before boarding time? it is that door. The thick glass door that only allows passengers to enter, that separates the 'stays' and the 'departs', that you say your quick goodbyes, you hug, you cry, and you hold the person's hands just to let go in a few seconds... and you are filled with a sense of emptiness..
Come on, it's just a short trip, half a year, 1 year? time will fly. but before it can really fly, there is an inevitable feeling of being lost. That is also the time when you realise how much the person means to you. It is strange how we need distance to show us how really important our loved ones are, even though day in day out we know that they are super important to us.
I empathise with my friend and her bf. Perhaps they must be feeling as horrible as how i used to being parted for a year. It's always very hard for the 'stays', but i guess it isn't that easy for the 'departs' either, even when new opportunities are awaiting for them in the new land.
To all the long-distance relationships in the world, i know true love will make it through, whatever comes along. Understand, have courage, be strong!
It reminded me so much of the time when you left. looking at them and i really cried, just that it wasn't accompanied with those loud hiccups. (too paiseh to cry so loud also)
Is the airport's departure hall the saddest place in the world? For a lot of people, it isn't. But for certain persons, it is the place where they hug and cry, the place where one looks through that glass door feeling empty.
You won't start crying before the other enters that glass door, so i guess i should narrow down my statement. It isn't the departure hall that is the sad place, don't we laugh and smile and joke before boarding time? it is that door. The thick glass door that only allows passengers to enter, that separates the 'stays' and the 'departs', that you say your quick goodbyes, you hug, you cry, and you hold the person's hands just to let go in a few seconds... and you are filled with a sense of emptiness..
Come on, it's just a short trip, half a year, 1 year? time will fly. but before it can really fly, there is an inevitable feeling of being lost. That is also the time when you realise how much the person means to you. It is strange how we need distance to show us how really important our loved ones are, even though day in day out we know that they are super important to us.
I empathise with my friend and her bf. Perhaps they must be feeling as horrible as how i used to being parted for a year. It's always very hard for the 'stays', but i guess it isn't that easy for the 'departs' either, even when new opportunities are awaiting for them in the new land.
To all the long-distance relationships in the world, i know true love will make it through, whatever comes along. Understand, have courage, be strong!
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