Love is so short. Forgetting is so long. --Pablo Neruda
...forgetting is unneccessary
Saying goodbye felt like a really long time. At first, I'd decided to save myself the messy taxi trip to the airport to see him off, and then thought twice about it. Greedy for every minute I could stand.
On the ride there, we both sat in the back seat and talked of secret plans, and made out like the locals in the park had taught us. At the terminal he elbowed his ways through the inspections, turning to look for me every 2 seconds. He boarded the escalator up, and scrunched down low to make it last.

At the airports in Mexico no one cries at the departures, only at the arrivals.
They cry for joy, and stand stoic for the sad.

I felt like everyone was starring at me; confused.

Like a true abuelito, the taxi cab driver tried to lighten things up my making fun of my spanish, and I played along by trying to immitate him better behind the sobs, dark glasses, and tissues.