Ciggy Ciggy!

I remember a theater exercise called "Scene at the Airport". Its premise is; someone you value so much will be leaving and you can only say three words--"Iloveyou, thankyou and goodbye". After a twenty-minute preparation to immerse yourself in the scene and finally bring you to utter your last words, you can hear the workshop venue capsize with different weepings. Short breaths in staccato before a loud wail, crescendo cries and its opposite, the scraping of tears on a face and silent glides of breaths in the air.

I remember yesterday in the airport. Theater is theater. In reality, tears were kept in a kettle and evaporated as sighs of distress. The emotions were like crumpled paper, ironed out and stacked below a pile of books to be neatly tucked; the same with what i do with my long sleeves when i go to the office. Tucking what you really feel so as not to contribute with the sadness that is shrieked by the planes. I had dry eyes yesterday while having a big lump in my throat. Hugs and kisses were the only words I said.

I remember she would run around the room like it was a big football field and i am concentrating so much on the TV so as not to tell her how much i enjoy her being insane. She, being sick and crying for all the reasons that she doesn't feel good. Her look before going to the office that makes me want us to stay in the house instead.

It was to us a long long time ago.

I remember as if it's not in my mind all the time.

Once upon a time. A good way to start a story.

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