Avis du vol entre Seoul et Singapore en classe Economique avec Singapore Airlines

You got enough of my domestic FR? right ?! right?!!!!!!

They say breakups hurt.
But being dumped at Incheon Airport, in front of a duty-free Dior, while your ex walks away holding hands with a guy who looks like a rejected K-pop trainee? That’s not pain.
That’s art!!

Her parting words?

“You’re like in-flight food. Safe, warm, but never the first choice.”
Then she left. With Juno, a man who carries matcha protein powder in a Chanel pouch and refers to orgasms as “energy climaxes.”

So here I am.
Flying solo on Singapore Airlines flight SQ607. On a 787-10 that’s so smooth and elegant it makes my misery feel… curated.
A heartbreak in business class aesthetics.
I didn’t cry ww not because I’m strong but because the air in Incheon is too humid for dignity.

Let’s begin.

I wander the duty-free zone like a ghost with abandonment issues. Every perfume reminds me of her neck. Every couple reminds me I’ve been emotionally evicted.

I buy a $9 chocolate bar I don’t need. Just to feel something. It doesn’t help, but the cashier smiles at me like I’m salvageable.
By the way it hurts when I swallow

oh.. I spot them again her and Juno sipping iced americanos like love isn’t a scam. I duck behind a rack of silk scarves and text my therapist.

I want to finish myself with soju at this point..
I remember now soju is not made for loser like me so I rather just drink the water from the restroom

I gotta say the water from the restroom tastes quite good!!!
I reach the gate like a war veteran returning from a failed campaign of affection. Everyone around me smells like hope and SPF 50.

Singapore Airlines staff bow slightly and say “Welcome aboard.” I want to say “I’ve known better welcomes.” I don’t.

I feel like a king for not taking T'way. However my place remains on economy , you know the drill.
I wish my ex was with me but its fine I will buy a brand new doll in Singapore. Nowadays people even take them on dates. That idea really excites me

I board last, not out of laziness but in protest. Every step onto that 787 feels like walking deeper into my emotional debt.

My seat is by the window. Just me, a wing, and thoughts of her thighs wrapped around someone with an undercut and abs that probably spell “loyalty” in Hangul.

My self esteem is at its lowest , I try to take selfies but it gets worst.

I buckle up. Not for safety .. for emotional containment.
IFE is large and reactive unlike me during my past interactions with her

The cabin is immaculate gentle lighting, spacious legroom. It’s everything she wasn’t: quiet, supportive, and not scrolling Tinder mid-conversation.

The staff gave me a wet towel which I dont know what to do with..
At least I see no bathroom close to take a shower. I gently start cleaning my feet. My neighbors look a bit intrigued but I also wonder why they just dont do like me (?)

As we lift off, I picture her… not thinking of me. Probably posting a boomerang of their boarding passes.
I whisper, “God I miss toxicity" 🤤

The plane pierces the sky like my dignity trying to escape my body. I exhale through my nose and pretend I’m over it.

The meal selection of the day:
Honestly I prefer when my ex was feeding me of pet food.

The flight attendant asks “Western or Asian?”
I whisper, “Do you have ‘everything she never gave me’?”
She says “Excuse me?”

I am incredibly not skilled for social interactions..

The bread is warm. So were her lies. The butter spreads easier than my trust in that relationship.
I eat in silence. The water is fresher than our communication ever was.

2 little things to eat haha another reminder of my ex

Korean ice cream for the dessert.

I scroll through KrisWorld, looking for a film that won’t emotionally devastate me. Settle for Bridget 2. Fail. I cry.

You see that wing full of speedtape ? thats a good metaphore of me , dirtied by the life.

The pilot announces landing. My soul doesn’t feel ready. But my sweat glands are..
I suddenly want to go back to Seoul and get humiliated by my ex again.. I used to be her pet in a cage

Changi here I am !!!

She’s probably in Bali now. With him. Taking selfies.
I am walking like a ghost. Everyone seems busy with their phone.. I pretend being busy as well with mine but I got no notifications .. not even one to update my apps

Everything is green, efficient, and clean. I walk slowly. Not because I’m admiring it, but because heartbreak makes you limp.

Then I see this woman, I try to instigate a convo with her, lets call her Casey :

“Hi. Sorry. I just… I noticed we were both alone.
Which is not creepy.
I mean, it is. But I’m saying it out loud so it’s… less creepy?”

Casey:
“…Huh?😶”

Me:
“I mean, not alone alone. Like, in life. I don’t know your life. Maybe you’re deeply loved. That’s not I just meant, like, baggage-wise. You’re alone. No. That’s worse.”

Casey:
“…Are you waiting for someone?🫩”

Me:
“No. No one’s ever waiting for me. Except my baggage (I laugh for no reason here)
It always arrives. Like my regrets.🙁”

Casey: (hesitates, shifts slightly away)
“…Right.”

Me:
“It’s just that… I was recently dumped. At the airport. Not this one. The other one. Incheon. Near a Dior stand. There were tears. Mostly mine. I cried so much that I could drink my own salty tears ahahah 🥹😌”

Casey:
“…I’m sorry to hear that?”

Me:
“Yeah. But now I’m back. Not emotionally. Just… geographically.”

(awkward silence as the carousel whirs to life)

Me:
“So… do you like airports?”

Casey:
“…Not really.”

Me:
“Me neither. But I like you. I mean, I don’t know you. But the vibe. It’s very… unbaggaged.”

Casey:
“…I think my suitcase’s coming.”

Me:
“Same. But metaphorically, mine’s broken. Missing wheels. Emotionally scuffed.”

(She grabs her suitcase. I try to nod coolly. I fail.)

Me (last words):
“Anyway… good luck with your luggage. And your life.”

Casey:
“…Thanks?”

She leaves. I watch the baggage carousel spin. My suitcase is still not there. Neither is my self-esteem

I step off into Changi the world’s best airport. Which feels unfair, because I’m the world’s worst emotional traveler…

I think I should just stick to T'way Air the flight company for losers like me