-category: observation/about me-
It's been a while, isn't it? Geez....school has been very busy, but I really enjoyed getting a 5-day break between school sessions and went to San Francisco to see my beloved boyfriend. If you didn't notice, my post on September 14 was to celebrate his birthday.
Anyway, this time I would tell you what I felt when I was on my way back to LA from SF last Sunday. I was upset to leave, I wasn't ready to separate from him yet, and I did not want to go back to my school madness. But here I am now, ready to roll again for the next session. HEEYAAH!!
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I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling
Long hallway, overhead cabinets, white tubes of light
I looked outside through a small window
and realized us speeding away at the runway
I closed my eyes again, feeling sick
as the plane left the ground
I felt a stranger moved beside me.
He had his earphone on, watching some on-air TV channel.
I huffed. So I did leave.
You were missing.
It was a short flight.
TV was enough to distract my mind.
But as soon as I saw my destination city from afar,
my heart was filled with grieve.
I hated this city.
Just because you were not here.
I wanted to go back.
But I knew you would not want it.
I would hate this city if you want me to.
But I knew you wished otherwise.
I would hijack this plane and tell the captain to turn around.
But you would hate me.
You were my vice. My weakness.
And I would hate it if you hate me.
So, I sat back and prepared myself for landing.
I hated leaving you, but I had to do this.
Just for you. No one else.
Let's meet again next month.
Pray for our life and happiness.
Until we meet again.
Amen.
