I pack my bag, a pack of cigarettes and leave some space to fit the memories I’ll make with you.
It’s 2 am and I’m at the back of a taxi. I look out and the city lights wave me good-byes. It’s 3 am and I’m almost at the airport.

Almosts are always the hardest, right?

I wait for my flight. It’s dark outside. There’s people around me and yet, I feel all alone. I wander around and come across this place. There’s faces on the other side; faces that just wanna hide.

Do you know why we play hide and seek? I can imagine you asking me back why.
We only hide when we want to be sought. Maybe then you’ll ask me what I hide from you. But you see I can’t tell you that. I can’t tell you how I hide the things that you don’t seek. I can’t tell you how I hide my feelings for you.

So I pass along. It’s 4 am and they’ll ask us to board soon. I pick my bag up and I walk towards the gates. By the time, I’ll be up in the sky, you’ll be asleep and I’ll watch the sunrise alone. And maybe one day we can watch it together.

“Maybes” hurt just like “Almosts”.

The plane’s at the end of the runway. We’ll takeoff in a moment or two. I tighten my seat belts and I close my eyes.
I think of you when I’m afraid and I’m not afraid to fly. But today I’m kinda scared.

What if I don’t reach you? What do I do if I do?
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Almost | August 19
Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok