Crying in H-Mart tucked under arm, I wave goodbye just before stepping into the airport.
How many prayers and well wishes conspired to bring this moment together? Before, I would have lost sleep wondering what kind of sacrifice would be required to pay for these happy moments. I suppose in a way I still do.
48 hours of matcha and secondhand books and ordering in Indian food. Falling asleep on your chest, dead to the world for the first time since you left.
I am already homesick for your face tucked into my neck, hand intertwined with mine. Meet me again in two weeks and your eyes will crinkle and you'll retrieve my suitcase and we'll begin again with new adventures unimagined. It feels so long to wait.
To all those people below this is another plane in flight. To me, it is a beautiful opportunity to reunite with you again.
