isnt it sad if the only time you ever met up with a good friend (whom you have drifted or lost touch with for months, or even years) was at the airport terminal, when he/she was about to leave the country to pursue his/her dreams.

you passed her the box of cookies that you had baked the night before, along with a hand-made card where you wrote your well-wishes and expressed your regrets for the time lost. you took out your camera to capture your final moments together - she smiled to conceal her anxieties, while you smiled to hide the sadness that was brewing on the inside. you gave her a hug and a pat on the back, and whispered in her ears a few last words which you had always wanted your friend to know but never had the chance to. as you held your dear friend closely, you felt a lump in your throat, and a rush of grief to your heart. it was a moment to lament, a moment to remember, a moment to treasure, and a moment to cry. finally, you let your friend go and watched her as she entered the departure gate with her backpack on her shoulders and her air ticket in her hands.

you knew that she didnt turn back to wave her final goodbye, not because she didnt want to take one last look at what she was leaving behind, but because she didnt want you to see her break into the tears that she had been trying so hard to hold back.


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