You’re in my way as I try to move on

Airports make me sentimental or maybe it is me just being sentimental for various reasons or no particular reason. The sitting around watching people say teary goodbyes have a way of awakening my emotions. I constantly question why goodbyes are so hard sometimes despite the duration of it.

Is it a deep rooted seed of doubt in our head that something inevitable may happen and we might never see those people again?

Maybe I am feeling extra sensitive these days or maybe it is just watching people walk away from those they love without a second glance most often because they do not want to see the tears streaming down their face or maybe I am just tired of goodbyes!

I sit here alone at the airport letting my mind wander to the goodbyes of my life. At this moment, there is little else to think about, so I might as well go on this emotional journey.

Maybe it is just the fact that I catch a silhouette of that one guy who reminds me of my ex. Because if I squint a little and in the right light, his hair is almost the same. My pulse racing I get up and walk in his direction only to realize that it is indeed not him.

I know I am supposed to forget him, after all I am sitting at an airport heading for what I hope will be an adventure. Any thought of him should not be in my head. But thoughts of planes crashing should also not be in my head.

My friends constantly tell me, don’t think about him and I ask them “tell me then, what am I supposed to do?” They all have the same response, all you have got to do is love yourself, forgive yourself for letting that person break your heart. Heartbreaks happen and overcoming that makes you stronger.

Never change yourself for someone else, be quirky, weird, geeky, crazy, just be you. Those words ring in my ear as I hear the boarding call for my plane.

I am unfortunately a slave for love.

About my random musings

I am originally from South East Asia and I moved to the US about 15 years ago to follow my heart. My heart has since been broken a few times, but I continue to be on journey of trying to mend it. I could talk about running, baking or writing in a small crowd, but put me in a room full of strangers and I will be the one standing in a corner people watching. When I am not writing or running, I would be in my kitchen, flour strewn all over the kitchen counters, music playing in the background and me just rolling and folding dough, excited about what my creation will turn out to be. Besides that I love passionately, when I love, I give it my all, not always a good thing, but that is who I am. I jump both feet in and sometimes I come out with regrets but having learnt a lesson. I believe everything happens for a reason and this is my place to share bits and pieces of my life, my adventures and sometimes misadventures. Hope you enjoy reading my stories as much I enjoy sharing them with you.
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5 Responses to You’re in my way as I try to move on

  1. Many of us are slaves to love too. It will just take some time for your heart to heal. In fact, it may take another relationship for your heart to heal. Enjoy your new adventures! I look forward to your updates!

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