"“I don’t want to think”, I thought.
I had put the book back just three and a half second earlier and I already regretted it.
I was about eleven kilometres above the ground, going away from the man I love, and even though I did not feel the growing distance with every second, every second made me sadder.
The seat next to me was empty so I could lean my head on it and try to fall asleep.
There was a handsome Portuguese sitting by the window, watching a movie on his laptop. He had put his newspapers and iPod on the seat between us and had hung the jacket in front of it. He was watching a funny movie. I know it was funny because every now and then I heard him laugh, though I did not have the courage to look straight at him. I leant my head on the seat between us and looked at his iPod and, however ridiculous it may seem, the iPod made me deeply sad, as made me think of my man’s iPod, which I had seen that morning, on his table, and which was two thousand four hundred and fifty nine kilometres away from me in that moment.
Tears appeared in my eyes and I felt like saying: “Can I perhaps watch the movie with you for a little while, please?”. He would have looked strangely at me but seeing the tears, he would have eventually said a hesitant “OK”. I would have moved the newspapers away, I would have sat on the seat between us, I would have leaned my head on his shoulder and for a moment I would have pretended that he is my man with my man’s iPod."
I had put the book back just three and a half second earlier and I already regretted it.
I was about eleven kilometres above the ground, going away from the man I love, and even though I did not feel the growing distance with every second, every second made me sadder.
The seat next to me was empty so I could lean my head on it and try to fall asleep.
There was a handsome Portuguese sitting by the window, watching a movie on his laptop. He had put his newspapers and iPod on the seat between us and had hung the jacket in front of it. He was watching a funny movie. I know it was funny because every now and then I heard him laugh, though I did not have the courage to look straight at him. I leant my head on the seat between us and looked at his iPod and, however ridiculous it may seem, the iPod made me deeply sad, as made me think of my man’s iPod, which I had seen that morning, on his table, and which was two thousand four hundred and fifty nine kilometres away from me in that moment.
Tears appeared in my eyes and I felt like saying: “Can I perhaps watch the movie with you for a little while, please?”. He would have looked strangely at me but seeing the tears, he would have eventually said a hesitant “OK”. I would have moved the newspapers away, I would have sat on the seat between us, I would have leaned my head on his shoulder and for a moment I would have pretended that he is my man with my man’s iPod."
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