I hate long-ass plane flights. I'm usually on the verge of tears by the time I stumble out (greasy haired, sleep deprived, grumpy to the max) of a 20 hour flight.
But this time, I could hardly bear to get off the plane.
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.