Ocean

"Flight Attendant, Take Off Position"

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2015, September

it's me sitting, not in my uniform not with my hair do, just sitting next to the window with my casual white dress as another normal passenger. Crystal clear I reckon my heart beats faster, all those excitements bursting out loud, my head full about you and all the wrongness that I sense.

Here I am, on your land. Airport smells like the ocean. You... you smell like the ocean. I saw you there with your charming smile, still wrong, all of these are wrong.


...

2016, June

I'm done much heal, I am healed. You shamelessly called. Blurred intention, asking for forgiveness. You are forgiven. Far before you ask for it.

You gave me an epilogue, my closure. "Like finally" my heart whisper.

You still smell like the ocean i bet, your voice still soothing like a calm water maybe? but deep down we are just lesson to each. I have my epilogue. As I long for it long ago. You are forgiven. As you might be haunted by the past. Our past.

Let us be. Let us live our own life. I wish you all the kindness this mother earth and its force have to offer.