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By Irongirl Submitted by Irongirl Date: 2004 Jan 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.20.23.21.19764]] |
| I always secretly hope there's someone there waiting for me. I know they don't allow people other than passengers at the gate these days, but somehow the hope still lingers. A childhood memory I suppose of seeing a smiling, excited face among the crowd, about to pounce on you with beckoning arms. Oh those were the days. My eyes dart around the terminal, full of those waiting to squish into the economy plus seats, and find no one familiar. My heart drops a level while my eyes lay down their "SURPRISE" banner. Where is he? My bald manly man whose arms surround me with safety and love. Didn't you check arrival times? I'm here waiting again. |