I wanted to make the cab run in limbo never to arrive to its destination. The last time I went to the airport, the scent of departure gave me a giddy sensation. I had accompanied my cousins then who were on vacation. A couple of months later, I went there again to accompany another cousin. This time, it felt different. It felt sad. It will take long and indefinite before she'd be coming back, or worse not at all.
Since I have shallow tears, you know what happened when I arrived back home. I realize I do not really like departures if I am the one being left, likewise when it's me leaving. It's just. Too. Painful.
One inevitable day, time will come when I have to endure that kind of feeling again. I know I wouldn't be able to afford to go to the airport and watch another person go, leaving me, and it will be long and indefinite before we could see each other again. I'd cry like a little kid and no candy in the world could ever soothe me.
No matter how crap this whole thing makes me feel today, I shall follow anyway.
I have to move ahead. Now. So it will be less painful.
