A Day at The Same Time Zone


I was waiting for you that night at the airport. Sat on the bench, read an ebook, and tried to stay calm. I was thinking what should I say when you arrived. Should I hug you? Or even kiss you? Oh, I still remember you told me a story about a girl who pick you up at the airport and she brought you gift and cake. And what I brought for you that night? Gin and vodka. 

Then, you're arrived. It's so awkward, isn't it? Many years ago we met and you said you want to hug me but I said no. But that night...

"How's your flight? How long was it?" You asked.
"Three and half hours. How's your flight? Tired?" 
 "I'm okay. Let's grab a taxi. It's already late night."

I know you're tired. Almost 24 hours flight, many activities, hopped to many cities. Then you're here. We're here, finally. 

And in the morning when I woke up, I smiled because I saw you lied by my side.

That day when we're at the same time zone. My heart almost exploded because I realised that we aren't on the phone.

Love is real, real is love. -John Lennon-

ps: I was opening my Evernote again and found this old piece. It's nice for posting.

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