the arrival gate
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Everyone has those moments, some more than others, where it hits you that you may not be as happily single as you thought. The arrival gate at the airport for me will continue to be one of those moments for me. I travel often, have become quite close with that gate, and every time I feel some sort of longing, sadness, when I walk through those doors only to be greeted by eyes that are looking for someone else. None of them are there for me. No one with flowers, no one to run over to me to tell me they missed me and are glad I am home. In normal day to day I feel fantastic, but there are always those moments that exist to remind you of what you might be missing.