I love airports.
I love how there are people with fast-beating hearts, tears brimming at their eyes. Anxious to let their loved ones go through those departure gates, to not feel their warmth for days, months, years. Hug like it’s the last time they’ll get the chance too.
I love the silent whisper of promise, the promise that they’ll be back together soon and that no matter how far, their love is definite.
I love how I can feel their love.