You know that feeling you get when your friends leave after a party, one by one getting into their cars and driving away? For me it feels like the fun is slowly leaving along with them. One by one, piece by piece of the joy slowly whisked away to be brought home by them, till you're left with nothing but a memory of it.
It usually happens car by car.
This time, all it took was one.
Four suitcases,
A violin,
Two lap tops,
One dad,
One sister.
3 comments:
Sam, we're reading this at KLIA....and we miss you too!
Hi Sam,
You can be a good poet. We can still get in touch through MSN. We love you.
It goes without saying that I love ya'll, and that I'll miss you guys too.
Oh irony, I just said it.
Well what I meant was that I don't have to post this here in order for you to know it.
In which by stating I just made this post redundant.
But who cares. I guess I'll post anyway.
Just try and stop me. ;-)
//Yes, I'm in a cheeky mood.
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