Thinking of you
When the pilot starts to descend and we are just barely hovering above ground before we land - still slightly anxious until all the wheels are on the ground. Scanning new faces in changing places but knowing none of them will be yours.
This was a rough weekend for me, successful, but hard. I traveled alone and it just opened my eyes to people's interests. People try but my heart is reserved. I see the look, but I won't match their stare, nobody can reach me like you did. I won't even give them the chance.
I am positive, I have fun, I do well - but my God... you are always on my mind.
It hurts. You will forever be the one who got away. I just have to accept it.