I Am Going Through a Breakup [I Cant Accept Or Understand My Breakup]
The worst part was waiting for my flight at the airport. It was Saturday evening when she told me it wouldn't work anymore. We spent Saturday night holding each other and falling asleep. We spent Sunday all day holding each other and crying.
We said goodbye in the afternoon around three. She left for her college dorms, I left for my friend's place. Watching her walk away was the most painful moment of the whole thing. Just watching her walk away and knowing the she was truly going away, not just back to her college, but away from me. She was going...she was gone. I almost ran after her. I almost just...but I what would I have said? What would I have done? I just stood there trembling...trying not to cry in a street full of people.
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I got to the airport around midnight. My flight was at twenty minutes past five in morning. Plenty of time to kill. Many reasons why I didn't take a more convenient flight...most related to me still having someone to love at the end of the trip. That didn't happen.
I just sat there...my laptop out of charge, my phone I didn't bear use too much coz I wanted it to last till I touched down in Mumbai. I was just sitting there, waiting for the Indigo counter to open so I could check in and go be lonely near the boarding gate.
And that was the worst four and a half hours. Not the most painful time...just the worst time. I'd never felt so utterly lonely, so utterly...I don't know how to phrase this...not hurt, necessarily...just...sad. Not distraught or in pain, just...this overwhelming sense of despair.
And then the plane came...and I got on...and I landed...and I went in to work.
We said goodbye in the afternoon around three. She left for her college dorms, I left for my friend's place. Watching her walk away was the most painful moment of the whole thing. Just watching her walk away and knowing the she was truly going away, not just back to her college, but away from me. She was going...she was gone. I almost ran after her. I almost just...but I what would I have said? What would I have done? I just stood there trembling...trying not to cry in a street full of people.
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I got to the airport around midnight. My flight was at twenty minutes past five in morning. Plenty of time to kill. Many reasons why I didn't take a more convenient flight...most related to me still having someone to love at the end of the trip. That didn't happen.
I just sat there...my laptop out of charge, my phone I didn't bear use too much coz I wanted it to last till I touched down in Mumbai. I was just sitting there, waiting for the Indigo counter to open so I could check in and go be lonely near the boarding gate.
And that was the worst four and a half hours. Not the most painful time...just the worst time. I'd never felt so utterly lonely, so utterly...I don't know how to phrase this...not hurt, necessarily...just...sad. Not distraught or in pain, just...this overwhelming sense of despair.
And then the plane came...and I got on...and I landed...and I went in to work.
31-35, M
