He smiled as he journaled the last entry of the email and clicked on "Save" instead of "Send" as there was no internet connection. He powered down and slotted his slim laptop together with a fully charged up battery into the pockets of his big luggage bag. That was the last item to be packed before he took a final look at the apartment he had been staying for the last 7 years. He would be home in about 10 hours time. It was a bittersweet feeling. Bitter to be leaving the country that he had grown to love so much. Bitter to say farewell to friends. Sweet to be reuniting with his mom and dad soon. Sweet because he will get to meet her soon.
The email. Yes, the email was addressed to her. It had become his daily routine to write long emails to her. There was so much to tell her - happy thoughts, sad events, exciting happenings, etc... the list is endless. Just about anything and everything. Yes, he will continue that unfinished email on the plane. Cos he knew that she would be really worried to be missing his emails for a week, maybe two, since he would need some time to get settled when he is back home.
10 hours of flight. 10 hours of boredom. And how glad was he that he had his battery fully charged up in anticipation of such a situation. And so with that little cramped seat for his tall frame, he happily set his lappy on his lap. So, that was probably how the laptop got it's name upon invention. Or so he thought to himself. But nonetheless, that thought only momentarily flashed across his mind and he brushed it off almost immediately. He had no other time to think about other things. His fingers busy tapping on the little keyboard. And whatever that came to his mind, he just typed on. It felt as real as though he was talking to her. Yes, her. She was the only thing that occupied almost every cell in the brain, so congested that he barely had time to think of other things, except for breathing.
Is this what people call love? He had no idea and he couldn't care less. Remember, he did not have much spaces left in his brain cells. The fingers just rattled on and on and on and on.... 3 pages... 4 pages... 5 pages... He typed until his battery almost went flat. But he was cautious to save his email every now and then. Even mentioning in his email that his battery is going to go flat anytime. He just wanted to make full use of his time to journal the happenings around him to tell her each and every detail. That was all that was on his mind.
Little did he know how much that one-week-journalistic-email meant to her. She read through the 5-page email in one breathe. It almost left her breatheless. She was so touched that she literally forgot to breathe. The emotions were so overwhelming. She read and re-read that email at least four times, staring at the screen. She wished for time to stop so that she could enjoy that moment of intense emotion forever. The kind of emotions that stirred within her was something that she had never felt before. She understood it all. That was all that it mattered. She closed her eyes in an attempt to fight back the tears, yet one drop escaped and trickled down her cheek. Soon, the rest fell uncontrollably.
The email. Yes, the email was addressed to her. It had become his daily routine to write long emails to her. There was so much to tell her - happy thoughts, sad events, exciting happenings, etc... the list is endless. Just about anything and everything. Yes, he will continue that unfinished email on the plane. Cos he knew that she would be really worried to be missing his emails for a week, maybe two, since he would need some time to get settled when he is back home.
10 hours of flight. 10 hours of boredom. And how glad was he that he had his battery fully charged up in anticipation of such a situation. And so with that little cramped seat for his tall frame, he happily set his lappy on his lap. So, that was probably how the laptop got it's name upon invention. Or so he thought to himself. But nonetheless, that thought only momentarily flashed across his mind and he brushed it off almost immediately. He had no other time to think about other things. His fingers busy tapping on the little keyboard. And whatever that came to his mind, he just typed on. It felt as real as though he was talking to her. Yes, her. She was the only thing that occupied almost every cell in the brain, so congested that he barely had time to think of other things, except for breathing.
Is this what people call love? He had no idea and he couldn't care less. Remember, he did not have much spaces left in his brain cells. The fingers just rattled on and on and on and on.... 3 pages... 4 pages... 5 pages... He typed until his battery almost went flat. But he was cautious to save his email every now and then. Even mentioning in his email that his battery is going to go flat anytime. He just wanted to make full use of his time to journal the happenings around him to tell her each and every detail. That was all that was on his mind.
Little did he know how much that one-week-journalistic-email meant to her. She read through the 5-page email in one breathe. It almost left her breatheless. She was so touched that she literally forgot to breathe. The emotions were so overwhelming. She read and re-read that email at least four times, staring at the screen. She wished for time to stop so that she could enjoy that moment of intense emotion forever. The kind of emotions that stirred within her was something that she had never felt before. She understood it all. That was all that it mattered. She closed her eyes in an attempt to fight back the tears, yet one drop escaped and trickled down her cheek. Soon, the rest fell uncontrollably.
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Hi! Who is the protagonist? :-)
What do you think? ;p
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