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I sat in seat only the international airport located in the metal. Night was quite late when the plane finally landed my boston. Summer is entirely left boston, slowly be replaced with autumn wind felt bone-chilling. Snow has not looked yet but it was like being in a refrigerator. Luckily I was wearing a sweatshirt and long socks as much as two thick layers under my jacket. Do not forget hats skullcaps wrapped around my head, otherwise my ears would buzz.
            While waiting for a shuttle that will take me to the inn, I opened a piece of paper that contains two essays intan verses written on it. "A Infatuation about a depressing ending Agony", it was the name of the poem my ex-lover.
            Forbidden love with a wonderful beginning, but should be stopped in the middle of the road. Because the input fact of life is stronger for the defeat by the 'love'.
            I fold the paper containing the poem, then I tuck into my purse. After that I go to a photograph that come with the paper folded.
            It was a picture of diamonds with her face to the camera, smiling broadly. photo must be taken outside the room because the sun makes the skin beautiful face he beautiful .
            A depressing Infatuation about a never ending Agony. I laughed to myself because it realized how  sentence to explain my feelings to the intan.
            I miss he.
            but, it will be very painful longing. I kissed my picture before folding and since u put back into my wallet.
            The car stopped in front of me, then the driver a man in his 50s and he come down and help me raise all luggage and items into the trunk of my car. Then a young woman entered and sat down near me.
            "Are you going to Hilton, sir"  driver told me.
            "Sorry" tnya my birthday, because not used to hearing American asken.
            "No, I'm the one who's going Hilton" said the woman next to me.
            "All right ma'am" old driver told the woman.
            "Mu home where" the woman said.
            "I from Indonesia" explains me.
            "I hate history with Indonesia's once, which very memorable night and then he promptly left me"
            "Oh, I'm sorry" I said sympathetically. I immediately regretted my attitude is rude. "Why did he leave".
            She just laughed, I caught a tone of bitterness in the laughter.
            "He said, he love ​​others"
            "She loves someone else but spend time with you?" Ask me.
            "Maybe I'm just an outlet for her to forget her, yes just it"
            "Do you love him"
            The woman laughed at me "love? what is love, I've forgotten when she admitted that she loves peoples "
            I drew a breath, turns out he was also confronted with a situation in which with me, well, a similar but slightly different.
            I swapped stories with "that woman ... she was already married. We had agreed to live together, but in the end he was not biased left ank and her husband "
            "Oh, wow, you love a woman who married" he asked in a loud tone.
            I laughed for a moment, and I explained to him that a man who has given all her heart for women, will very hard to love another woman. Then she nodded "good point" my words must have pierced her heart, with all the regrets I apologize for my words hurt her.
            "You know what, it remains only a piece of poetry" said my I gave a paper on the intan to me. The paper was already somewhat shabby, because it was fold and I keep in my wallet. Latin looking woman took it, and then he read it with a i  think lighting street lamps, it seems that he did not bother to blame the car lights.
            "A Infatuation about a depressing ending Agony, nice" he nodded with raised eyebrows. In the dark I saw the smile which terihat biased underestimate.
            I laughed even though nothing is funny, maybe I need a little laugh to wont forget intan for a moment.
            Without feels it turns out I've got to the hotel, and after that she went away and who knows where. Since then I never see him again.
            The days I spent in boston I'm constantly learning so I can forget about intan for long