i'm good to go

She adjusted her seat and looked out the window. It was sunny. She sighed and looked away from the pretty view. Oh how she wanted to jump off the plane before it was too late; before it set off and left this place. She wanted to go back to the terminal and stopped him from walking away.

She wanted to hold his hands and said what she had wanted to say since a long, long time ago.

She remembered what he said back at the terminal when she said good bye.

"So... You really have to go."

It wasn't a question. And she nodded. "Yes." And we may never have another chance to see each other like this, ever again.

Once again, she said good bye and he let her go. To her disappointment. She was hoping he would stop her. She was hoping she would take her hands and begged, pleaded, for her to stay. At least for one more day.

But he just stood there and waved his hands. She had to force herself to drag her feet along with the pink suitcase.

And here she was now. Eight hours away from home. Eight hours and she would be able to let the tears out. Eight hours and she would be able to cry herself to sleep.

All the journey, all she could think of was how funny the universe worked. They met, they laughed, they felt comfortable in each other's side, yet they found it awkward enough to express their feelings for each other. She knew for sure, that he felt exactly the same way as she did. But there was no way back.

Eight hours and she opened her front door. She was kind of angry at her house which looked exactly like when she left it two weeks ago. My world has turned upside down and my house is still the same! 

She turned on the computer and started writing an IM.

I'm home! It's chilly here. The autumn has already started, apparently. I should've stayed for one more day there. I could use another day under the tropical sun.

Less than one minute and she got a reply.

Oh shame on me! I was just gonna ask you to stay for one more day here, but I thought you had had enough sun.

At that moment, at that very moment, she almost called a cab and went back to the airport and boarded the first plane to his place.

But she did not. She could not. She would not. Enough is enough.
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"I've got my things, I'm good to go. You met me at the terminal. Just one more plane ride and it's done."