if you find yourself with a man who wears his anger like a bruise
left long ago by his stepfather’s fist
and his first wife’s infidelities
“Thank God I’m going to Sweden tonight…” I thought to myself as the rhythmic rotations of my legs propelled me and my mint green bike with the pink basket through the muggy Florida
When you aren’t “always ok” with the adventure you are in— honest thoughts on letting go of what’s holding you back
*Not all flight attendants or individuals in aviation experience this in aviation. This is simply the perspective of one.*
I wanted to prove them wrong in dating.
You’re right there, but I can’t touch you. I see your face, and I hear your words, but you are not in my room, or my home, or even pulling one of my suitcases for me. You speak slowly,