Extended Version - Things That Will Never Be

I sat there on the bench of the crowded airport. I waited. I saw many happy faces appearing from the arrival gate. I waited. I thought of my emotions 2 months back, when I thought I had the master plan.

I put myself out at risk of losing everything dear to me. We sat and drew the blue print. We put it all together and make it a reality. Now the end of the plan was here, justice will be read. So I waited.

Like any given morning, I stepped out of my room, walking to work. I know the day will be different. The elevator was filled with work going people, there were mixtures of different scents from everyone. Just like my emotions at that moment, so mix up, so confused.

My hands trembled as I clicked on my mouse while placing my order for his plane ticket. Page 1, page 2, and finally, I confirmed the purchase. I picked up the phone receiver, dial speed dial number 5, "I've confirm your trip, Bie".

The price I have to pay for my past mistake. Return ticket to determine my destiny. Duty of mine to repent, to rectify the errors I have created. One trip, one trip which will speak my future. I have to be strong.

"Baby, it's my dream to do this, thanks for making it come true" he said with a kiss on my forehead. The comfort I felt, like cold drink on a hot summer's day, tingling down my throat, I shuddered. Smiling weakly while caressing the side of his face, "As long as I see that smile on your face, Love".

I needed to do this, I needed him to be sure of what he wanted. I had to let him go. They say if you love something, let it go, if it comes back, it's yours to keep. So off he went, my knees when weak, my strength all gone. Gone too were my confidence.

It was the longest two weeks ever. The slightest trigger would make me jump. I daydreamed. Sometimes even forgetting my task, my duty. I got worried, I was scared. I sat, I wondered, am I doing the right thing? What have I gotten myself into?

I kept myself busy. Tiring myself up, so that sleep came easily, so that I can get rid of the sickening feeling from my wild imaginations. I wondered, I was anxious. I kept myself from assuming. Yet I felt the cold sweats.

I thought back on the memories we had build together for as long as we were together. The laughter, the tears, the fights, everything. I felt a curve forming at the sides of my mouth. Sweet, just so sweet. But will it come back?

In spite of rejection from friends who objected us to be together, but we had stayed strong, we had came this far. Together we strived to prove everyone wrong. Like water, we adapted to each other. But one stupid move, I had ruined it. Now, will I have it again?

I'm scared, so scared to face what's coming soon. I don't know what to expect. I don't know if the promises will still be promises or will they be empty instead. I hate anticipations. I sat on the bench alone, hoping for the best.

I looked at that over head clock, 11.05pm. About time, I thought, I stood up, walked towards the arrival gate, as promised, I waited. I said I would be there. After 5pm, I rushed to the airport, to chase my love.

My heart was pounding, like Chinese drums for Lion Dance. My fear making me doubt. I needed reassurance and perhaps a hand to keep me from falling. My palms were cold, I wondered whether it was the air conditioning or from being nervous.

Streams of strangers walked through, I searched. Finally, I saw the familiar face. The one I dreamed about, the one I wanted to see so ever more. Tears started streaming down the sides of my face, what would it be for me now?

To be continued...

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A little bit addition to the story, to decrease the vague factor. Tell me what you think. ok?