“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls…” – Eryka
The drive was quiet.
Into the morning darkness before dawn he had one hand on the wheel.
No, not awkward silence but more of quite between two souls fighting back tears from knowing they will be apart again.
His hand hold and gently caressed mine.
We both didn’t say much.
I’m fighting back tears pretend to be busy taking pictures. Of what exactly?! I don’t even remember.
We did talk a little but we both knows we were running out times.
As he took the exit that lead us to Tullamarine Airport my heart felt suffocated. I turned my head around not wanting to see him because I know I will fall apart.
“M…” His voice ever so gently trying to fetch me out of my sadness hole.
I didn’t respond…I just couldn’t…
A faint weak yes managed to came out of my lips. He tighten his grip on my hand as if to assure me that this is just temporary.
He found a parking spot and I feel my heart breaking a little bit more as he suddenly pulled me into his arms after we both took our seat-belts off.
How I wish time would freeze right there, right then.
We stepped out into the cold Melbourne morning and I tried my best to wipe my tears stained face and we walked to the terminal hand in hand.
I am so forever thankful to Melbourne Airport for allowing people to walk up to the check in counters. He was able to walked me up to check in desk.
“This is the sad door…” he said, pointed out to the entrance where he can’t no longer be with me. Sure enough, there were several couple hugging tightly.
And we were one of those couples.
Who hugged tightly, who whispered behind tears, who didn’t want to let go but must to.
I never cried that much…
One more hug…one more kiss…
“See you later, Sayang*.” I kissed his cheek before I peeled myself away. He knows I hate saying goodbye so it was “See you later” instead.
He later told me that he wished I would’ve turn around and see him one more time or maybe waved one more time but I just couldn’t do that for the fear that if I do, I might never fly home. Instead, I went inside, got into the long lines and got into the gate just in time of boarding.
I left half of my heart in Melbourne.
Tears stream down from my eyes as I waited in line to go through security check.
I must be the only passenger who bawled her eyes out in the plane today.
As I tighten his jacket, I close my eyes and can feel his hugs.
See you soon, my love…
The above post was written by someone who cried her eyes out behind that thick black sunglasses on board the flight to Kuala Lumpur.
I was a total hot mess and you know what? I didn’t even give a hoot! Until an elder lady who sat right next to me offered me some tissues and said “Goodbyes are always so hard isn’t?” I nodded, thanked her and continue wiping my tears stained face. She later told me that she and her husband are going for a vacation to Penang, Malaysia. How lovely. Through my tinted sunglasses, I got to see them holding hands.
That is love…
On the next leg of my trip home, I found myself yet right next to an elder couple again. This time, Indonesians who just got back from a vacation in the Philippines. The wife excitedly told me about their adventurous travel throughout the years to many countries. I let a little sigh out as I can see Dan and I do that. We both love, love, love to travel and the thought put a big huge smile on my face.
As much as I hate goodbye…that wasn’t goodbye. It was indeed a ‘see-you-later’ thing as I know in my deepest heart of heart I will see him again and next time, the airport will be the place I can’t wait to see!
And so my love-hate relationship with the airport started…*Sayang = darling in Indonesian