So im stuck here in the davao airport

So im stuck here in the davao airport. The flight that brings us to the rest of our lives has not arrived just yet, and so we stew on our partings just a little while longer. Which is quite unbearable, to be honest. At the same time affirming.

The hollowness in the chest kinda yawns just a bit more. I can only imagine how cecille must feel since she is far more the better liked. The volume of friends reminding her of past gimmicks and missing future ones can only extend her longing and make her wonder if all this is worth it. She does manage to keep a central role in the affairs and memories of her friends, after all, and thus making parting more difficult. The stalling of the fun life she will leave behind will be felt, I’m sure, as will the lack of a crowd often seen around her laughing, rumor mongering, or otherwise engged in some gadawful scandalous behavior. These days, the tension can very often be relieved only by the constant hugging and embrace between relatives and friends...with the gentle roll of tears.

Girls...

I must admit to my own mushiness, however, and i do drop tears quite easily. But parting with friends like mine are both glorious celebrations as well as secret regrets. My friends are quite rare so i tend to keep the ones i have...and there is never a promise that i will find new ones where I’m going. At the same time, there's a confidence about them that declares we will meet again, or that we will keep in touch, or that they are just ridiculously macho, or that...you know...we're friends so what does it matter if youre here or not. Ultimately, there is always a discreet sense of joy in these times when someone will be going out to somewhere from which new adventures can be made and told. Except genie, who is stuck with a mall job in cubao. :)

I guess all these mixed feelings are the rationale for airport security. It just might be that the world will stop turning if we were to drown in all our filipino method of partings. Or we can lose ourselves to our anxiety and entertain some method of self-destruction...along with someone else. With people these days, one can never really say.