dear girl on the phone crying under the b17 gate sign in the atlanta airport,it's been four months since i saw you crying while sitting on the dirty airport floor.
i had just arrived at my gate with my iced coffee, ready and armed for the flight. i was just thinking how pretty you were when we made brief eye contact. you smiled a brave smile and i noticed your eyes were red and puffy. i went back to my seat, but couldn't shake you from my mind.
i'm sorry i wasn't brave enough to give you a hug and tell you everything was going to be alright.
love,
the girl with regrets.
(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)
currently quoting:
"she reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch, she'd rush away again."
// glenda millard
currently listening:
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