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Patience
On the train heading south toward the airport to meet Riley for the first time in six months, I thought about what it would be like to finally be held in his arms again. A pilot, I said to myself, shaking my head as I did. Staring out at the passing Atlanta scenery, I smiled to myself as I listened to Floetry sing ‘Butterflies’ to me through my headphones. Speeding through town I noticed the other young lovers cuddling close in the cold trying to keep warm. Stolen kisses and words of love...