Homecoming
As I stepped on to the plane she was the only thing running through my mind. It had been nearly six months since I’d seen her and held her in my arms and nearly a year since we’d really been together for more than a few minutes. I understood that she had a boyfriend… I really did, but for some reason it didn’t matter to me. She was all I wanted and I wasn’t willing to accept the fact that I couldn’t have her. I’d had my chance to be with her, several times as a matter of fact, and every time...