I saw a movie, The Terminal, today. It’s about a man
who is unacceptable to enter America, and he has to
live in the airport. I saw the terminal, gate and
customs, and it reminded me of something.
It is a place where I gave you, my ex-girlfriend, a
deeply hug for your trip which is study in AZ, United State
for a semester. Although your parents who didn’t like me was
near us, we had a lovely hug. After almost one semester,
we had another hug in LA airport. I went to there for you, for our trip.
I am so miss you but you already have a new boyfriend.
Thanks god, I had a true love. And I so regret about that.
I write this for the hug, the memory, the true love.