I'm on the plane.
I know where everything is, how most of these things go, and while many are abroad with parents or guardians of some kind, I sit alone accompanied only by the shadow you've left behind.
Inevitably, my mind drifts off on its own adventure, imagining you on your many flights.. whether you were your usual cocky cool or if you were unusually nervous, whether you were sound asleep or if you are the type that finds it easier to fall in love than to fall asleep, whether you were alone or was someone with you.
Even now, when I know you're not alone, I wonder if you are lonely, deep down.
I've somewhat lost my acquired taste for Chardonnay, but predictably, the allure of free flow alcohol which MAS so generously pours into a contradicting small cup has gotten me tipsy (and just a wee bit emotional).
It's easier to see you with my eyes closed rather than open. So I turn on our song, order another glass of wine, and close my eyes.
p/s: Wrote this on my plane back to Melbs about 9 days ago. It is still relevant to my feelings today.