First attempt at [real] fiction

You don't know what true sadness is until you experience the cheesy airport scene. Mine was on a gloomier than usual January day at London Heathrow. I was leaving, for good, for now. The new year has just set in, and finally I was getting out. Off to America I was. Off to New York to a new job, a new environment, a new life. When I got the email from the United Nations informing me that I bagged the job, I was ecstatic! But on the day I was actually leaving, there at the airport saying goodbye to the person I loved the most, I knew what true sadness was...and it ripped my heart apart.

The flight was to take 7 hours and 45 minutes. That gave me 7 hours and 45 minutes to ponder our parting words. "We can make it work," we assured ourselves, "that's what cellphones and laptops are for."

(to be continued kasi inaantok nako...)