This is my first time flying.
This is also the first time that I truly understand what it means to be reluctant to leave. There is no heartbreaking pain, but it is also heart-wrenching torture. The smell of the waiting room is suffocating. It's only two hours, but it feels like a year!
What makes me reluctant to leave is not this beautiful city like heaven, but that person, the man who canceled the ticket the day before.
I thought that giving someone away was the most painful waiting in the world, but watching others leave gracefully left behind an indelible regret. But I was wrong. Being sent away was also such a torment. The desire to escape became sharper and sharper as time passed by, just like the sedimentation of an hourglass, becoming more and more solid.
However, I know deeply that I have to go this time!