I was the middle-aged guy who wanted a cup of tea. You were a stunning and gentle woman. I wanted to ask for your info but it was such a short flight and our contact was so fleeting. Now that I'm here I keep wishing I could go back and time and made some bold and stupid move for your number. I realize this is probably just like sending prayers out into the internet, but sometimes you get this sense of some magical possibility and to do nothing feels like it could be the biggest mistake in your life, even when the something you can do is so futile. It was just something simple, how you reached out to touch me and the delightful shock of your cold fingers on my clavicle, a moment when the cadence of our voices seemed to slip into sync. Even that moment when I was deplaning and expressed my deep gratitude because I didn't want to be inappropriately forward with a younger woman just doing her job, and the moment I stepped out, the last words you spoke to me sounded also to be tinged with regret. Of course, all of this could be just my imagination, but I still wanted to send this prayer out into the ether on the off chance that I'm mistaken and someone out there is also searching for some way to reconnect.
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