You don’t miss them when you are busy. You don’t miss them six months later. You don’t miss them on a Saturday night. You don’t miss them when you are having breakfast or lunch or dinner. You don’t miss them while you are grocery shopping.
You don’t miss them when you are out partying with your friends. You don’t miss them when you are on your way home. You don’t miss them on Sundays. You don’t miss them in December.
You don’t miss them when you are looking through your photo albums. You don’t miss them every time your phone rings. You don’t miss them when you are rereading their old text messages. You don’t miss them when you are running your eyes over their old tweets that were directed at you.
You don’t miss their laughter. You don’t miss their smell. You don’t miss their eyes. You don’t miss their arms. You don’t miss their hands. You don’t miss their fingers. You don’t miss their lips. You don’t miss them when you are feeling lonely. You don’t miss them when you are alone.
You miss them when you have nothing to do. You miss them a year later when you can barely remember how they looked like. You miss them everyday and every night. You miss them when you are trying to enjoy your meal, because you remember how often you used to visit that café, or that Japanese restaurant, or how much they loved kimchi ramen. You miss how fun it was to be in a supermarket, giggling at a funny-looking eggplant.
You miss hanging out in a coffee shop until midnight, sipping a cup of hot chocolate while listening to their blabs. You miss how they used to hold your hand while they were driving you home. You miss how you used to spend your Sundays lying on the bed, catching up on Modern Family while snuggling with them under the covers. You miss them during the holiday season.
You miss how your cheek used to touch theirs every time you took a picture with them. You miss how excited you were to see their name on the caller ID. You miss how you used to talk with them, because you know that’s not how you talk to anybody else in the world. You miss how cheesy and silly their tweets were, you miss how they were mostly directed at you.
You miss making them laugh. You miss realizing how your clothes smelt like them, hell, even your pillows smelt like them. You miss how they used to look at you. You miss how warm their hugs were. You miss how they used to caress your hair to sleep. You miss how their fingers fit perfectly between the spaces of yours. You miss how loving, passionate, and sometimes lustful, their kisses were. You miss them when you are feeling sad, when you have good news to tell. You miss them when you are among the crowd, because you still try to see if you could catch a glimpse of them among all those people. Most importantly, you miss them because they made you feel like you were home.
The myth: Duty-free is a place to score deals.
The reality: Perfume, sunglasses, gourmet chocolate — all at rock-bottom prices you can’t get unless you’re killing time in an airport terminal somewhere. That’s the implicit promise of duty-free stores, anyhow — but many offerings aren’t really all that special in terms of the savings. No, you’re not paying the tax you’d pay at a regular store, but duty-free goods sometimes can be priced higher than what you’d pay in a regular store. Esquire magazine did a side-by-side comparison of duty-free prices and found that it’s a mixed bag; there were decent deals on booze and cigarettes. But if you’re not into those vices, you might strike out: cologne and jewelry were cheaper at regular retailers. ”The big fragrance and cosmetics houses make more from duty free and travel retail than from many domestic markets,” research company Generation Research told Budget Travel.