Heart Pain

I'm feeling a huge pang of pain in my chest now as I read on about their sakura trip. Sunday afternoon. Downtown at BKK's oldies cafe. Seconds swooshed by on my watch. Counting down. They should have reached Japan a few hours ago.

Tuesday night. 2.09am. Here I am typing and whining away about my lost trip to the land of the sakura. Desparate. Dejected. Disappointed.

There. I'd summarized it all.