The Lady in Seat 54G Deserves an Explanation for My Tears
And that’s when I remember. It comes on an overnight plane to South Africa after a day spent dancing the streets of London, that’s when I remember that he never loved me the way I deserved and that the way he held me never was with a sense of forever, but a sense of need. That he wouldn’t have ever been able to give me this. What I gave myself. This kind of love that holds me when the plane rocks my ruby red seat and a baby balls in the background. The kind of love that soared between London sunrays for the street musician spinning a tune that spoke to my soul. The love...
