Sunday, April 10, 2011

How I Love and Hate those Airports!

Airport is the place where there are no fake smiles or tears, it's when people cry and laugh, say hello and good bye from the bottom of their hearts. It's the place where we meet, the place where we say farewell. That's the place where we realize how much we love and care, how much we cherish and need our loved ones.

How I Hate those Airports... Sitting in the car on the way to the airport to leave... That's when the words seem so pointless and empty, that's when the  silence seems so uncomfortable and loud. The time goes so slow and yet so fast, that only seconds later you find yourself standing in the terminal, giving your good-bye hugs. One is leaving, while the other one is trying to hold back the tears. And by the time when you are left alone, walking to the plain, thoughts and emotions are so hard to control. A tear is running down your cheek while you are forcing yourself to smile. People are walking with you, people whom you have never met, but somehow they seem so familiar. Finally you get to your seat and minutes later you are high in the sky, but your thoughts are still there, in the airport. In your head you keep remembering every single detail of your last minutes spent there and it keeps going around your mind like a vision. You left...

Friday, April 8, 2011

It Hurts...

It hurts so bad when you look but just don't see. 
When you hear me, but don't listen.
It hurts when you know me but don't understand me sometimes. 
It hurts when you are near, and yet so far.
It hurts when you hurt me without even realizing. And sometimes there is so much left to say and all those words that stay unsaid make a huge wall between us, which keeps getting bigger and stronger. 
It hurts that I love you, because I know that sometimes my love makes me forgive you everything you do. Because sometimes that love appears to be stronger then I am.
It hurts that you love me, because I know that no matter what you never mean to hurt me and that idea itself makes me forgive you again.
It hurts that I know all this, I know and can't get used to it.
I get angry, sometimes I cry, I get mad and yell, but after all I forgive again, but never forget.
I don't forget, but I don't remember either, because after all the only thing that stays is 
Our Love.. And It Hurts... It hurts so bad...

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