Hinching

Figure 1. Dian on the escalator to the train station.

I’ve always envisioned my departure from Brisbane airport this afternoon to be a dramatic one. A dramatic ending to end my 4-year stay in Brisbane as a university student and a spectacular relationship with someone I grew deeply fond of during the past two years there.

If you know how most Korean dramas end, mine was quite similar except of course the lack of the sad Korean music playing in the background during the moment of my departure.

Earlier today, with little hesitation at all, Dian offered to drop by my place to assist me with my packing. She said that she couldn’t trust me enough to leave me with the packing. True enough, I nearly forgot my jacket on the way out if it wasn’t for her reminder. Sad to say, she realized that she left her cardigan at my place instead when we left the apartment.

Unsurprisingly, the taxi ride to the airport was a short one due to the lack of much traffic on a public holiday. Looking outside the taxi window, the diminishing view of the cityscape became a reminiscent of the good times that me and Dian spent together over the two years we’ve been together. We spent a good deal of our time together around the city and South Bank (where our campus was).

Departure halls are always a sad place to be. It’s here where you leave your loved ones behind. Be it your family. Or your friends. Or someone important. Some for a short period. Some for a while. Some forever. Like mine.

If you were in my shoes, you start taking notice of your last hug. Your last peck on her cheeks. Your last gaze into her eyes. It’s a funny thing that people tend to always leave the most important things till the end. There were a million things I wanted to say to Dian just to tell her how magnificent she was but things can get a bit overwhelming even for me if you know what I mean.

Like all great Korean dramas, this is the part where the Korean leading actor breaks down in tears with a dramatic Korean song in the background. Words which were suppose to come out from my mouth ended up being watery patches in my eyes. If trying to say something was hard enough, hugging while trying to speak was way harder. And more depressing. Yes. I cried-lah.

I guess words are always better kept short and simple. It makes things less intense. With a quick hug and a bye, we departed each other as we headed opposite directions — with the imaginary music in the background. The End.