Vol. 2 Ch. 3 P. 30
What we had was just a long plane ride.
We went on our separate ways the moment we touched the ground.
We went on our separate ways the moment we touched the ground.
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Travel flings. Summer Flings. Pseudo relationships. They just suck. =/
Aaaah, so true. My personal motto is to just enjoy them while they last. 🙂
– L
hm, so sad…
Ouch!!!
David
How often does this happen with seatmates on airplanes? Somehow, it is regrettable.
I have yet to meet a plane seatmate (literally) with whom I can have a fling! 😛 – L
It was a bumpy ride, but it was worth it.
I miss you. I’ll be waiting for you on that landing strip, come find me.
Reminds me of a Whitney Houston (bless her soul) song: “The ride with you was worth the fall, my friend …”