When You Know It's Love

two

When you know it's Love

"Laughter started making sense in my dictionary."

Chapter 2

Airport rooftop, 2pm.

I kept my phone back in my velvet coloured bagpack and made my way to the airport. I took out my notebook and jotted down new additions to what I wrote last night.

When you know it's not Love:

4. When you do not have the heart to let your family know you're departing from their lives. You keep this silence between you because your relationship never meant as much for you to shout your emotions out loud. The silence consumes you and even though you never had love, deep down you yearn for it.

I wish my view of love is as innocent as a child's mind. They do not know of what's to come for them like learning how to talk but they continue to risk being hurt by falling, and it's worth it in the end. But us adults, see the world vividly, we see how the world works and we know of what will come if we take risks but we do not have enough courage to overcome them. Hence, love is sacred, something that should only be risked for when it's proven that the outcome will be worthwhile in the end.

My thoughts were disrupted by the driver's sudden stop right at the Airport entrance. I paid and thanked him and immediately alighted with a heavy heart.

Should I really be doing this? I'm travelling with a stranger I barely knew, and for a year at that. At that moment, I had the temptation of calling the driver back here again and headed back home. I looked at my phone again and no text messages or calls from my family flashed on my screen. Instead, there were text messages bombarded from my newly-found travel partner.

**

The scene before me made me want to take the earliest flight to anywhere available and away from J. My luggage has been checked in and all I had was my handcarry and I dropped it to let out a few laughs. Okay, I died of laughter. My hands were intact to my stomach and I could feel the muscles in my mouth hurting.

"This is the least I can do, give me credit man." J approached me and handed me a cup of cappucino that has his face printed outside the sleeve of the cup.

His face wasn't only printed outside the sleeve of the cup, it was everywhere. A large banner attached from a tree to another tree had his face with the line, "Congratulations on being J's Travel Partner!". The benches had stickers of his face, not one, not two but about thirty. There were balloons with his face on it as well. This boy was obviously too rich to the extent that he used it for the wrong reasons.

"You're so full of yourself." I said between laughs.

"Literally." he pointed to his almost-empty cup that had his face.

And I let out a laugh again. It turned out that this was somekind of celebration for me, for being his partner.

It has been awhile since I laughed. I rarely laughed, at least not at home. If I could re-define home, it would be away from family. Positive vibes only, I told myself.

"Wanna play a game?" J asked after we ate lunch.

The game was called Trouble or Double. It was something alike Truth or Dare, except Double meant you share two dark secrets about yourself and Trouble meant you have to do something that stirs up trouble. The choices are not decided freely, we had to roll a dice that has the two options and go with it, when chosen.