I knew it’s a weird thing, but I’m kinda excited to stand alone in the airport. Nothing to do, just let my view lives among people’s activities. Don’t you know? It’s like crying when raining, there’s no one knows you’re crying. In the airport, there’s no one care what you’ve been doing. All of them busy to wait their departure, wait their family arrives, looking for their luggage, and take care their children.
Well, actually, it’s not a big reason why airport was one of my favorite places. When I was in the airport, I just thinking that life is all about come and leaving, nothing’s more. And when you’re standing alone in the airport, you can see life in many sides. Who’s coming with smile, who’s leaving with tears, who’s waiting in vain, or even who’s leaving with no one says goodbye to him or her.
Then, I know it eventually, I am not the only one who lets someone go, please someone come, or begging someone stay.