and when i had to leave i stayed on a while longer. i've always loved airports since i was a little boy and it's nice to know i am still sentimental in that sense even after all these years.
i wondered around after the departure.
i saw a grown man sitting cross-legged on the floor crying on the phone in a secluded quiet corner of the departure hall. eyes covered, ticket in hand. he was alone.
you are already missed.
take care.
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You deserve a medal for this. And teh peng as well. Thank you.