The KLIA lights have long fadded away from my sight. I remember the sound of laughter, the joy and excitement of a new chapter in life mingled with possible apprehension about what would come. I was never the one who was holding a boarding pass and carrying 3 luggages and numerous hand carries but it was always written on their faces - and my turn would soon be coming when I would be the one frazzled and nervous and excited and...perhaps one can never be fully ready for the goodbyes and farewells.
I miss you already.
It's amazing how missing someone makes you feel and how constant it can be. I know so many people that I simply never stop missing - the feeling is always there - thank God for technology nowadays but it's still not the same.
I hate farewells.
