Pokemon: I Hatched a Shiny Caterpie from the Start

If you want to write about missing, you can't just write about missing. I want to write about the late night waiting at the airport, when the bright yellow light hits the glass, reflecting the tenderness of the lovers clinging to each other; I want to write about the dawn in Cappadocia, and the eyes that are red from crying in a foreign country; I want to write about the magpies singing on the branches, the wind and the fragrance of the flowers, the bright moon in the sky and the glow in the sky, those moments when you really want to see it all just by turning your head.