First day.

I am flying to Pittsburgh today.

The flowers blossomed. The pink lilies opened up their petals and the yellow sunflowers gained a hint of orange. They are beautiful, I wish you could see.

I felt as if my body had lost its power. My limbs.. moved without any intentions. I was glad the terminal I am flying from is not the same one that .. used to fly. Or else I would not be able to control myself. I am on the road again.

It was a dull pain constantly striking. The early morning silence reminded me of blurry movements of .. I missed it. But it felt like so long past.

Everyday I accumulate more things to say, to you, but I know I can't. The farthest distance is that I know I could type to you but I can't. I can't. I will write..

When I come back, the flowers would wither. And it would be the last thing from you. I don't understand, why do things have to be the last, but I am trying to.

I will get there at 8am.