Crazy Little Thing Called Love..

I sit on the plane and I miss him.

I miss him so fucking much.

I stare out the window and I hear the flight attendant go through the safety rules.

I don't actually hear her.

We're still parked on the runway.

The seat-belt light comes on.

The pilot announces we're going to lift off.

I stare out the window and I think of him.

I'll see him soon, it's all good.

But that isn't good enough.

We get above the clouds and the attendants go around and give out pretzels and beverages.

I decline.

And I sit and wait.

And think.

And wait.

And think about when I can see him again.

And wait until I get to his apartment.

And I sit.

And I wait.

And I think.