|she didn't need any words..
||[17 Jul 2006|01:27pm]
Airports are strange places. There's a mess of teary goodbyes, and joyfull embraces. There are the people who are rushing towards a destination, wherever it may be. Then there are those stuck there, waiting. It's one of the most diverse places I've ever seen.
Flight 27 was delayed due to bad weather in California. A sign, maybe?
"Where you headed?" He turned around, searching for the source of the voice. The only person around him was this girl. This beautiful girl. With long dark hair, and a pair of the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen. He looked around, positive that this angel wasn't talking to him, but he was the only one around.
"... me?" He asked, still not sure. She nodded her head. "um, well, I don't really know. I'm on the flight towards California. I don't know what's next.. How about you?"
"I guess we're on the same flight, obviously." She pauses. "I think everybody here is either running away from something, or running towards something. For me, I'm running away. I'm running away from this place, from this past, from these people. I've been stuck here my whole life." Her voice started fading out, it seemed she was starting to get consumed in her thoughts. Her voice gained back strength."This is the first chance I've had to get away, I'm taking it. I don't know who, or what's waiting for me in California, but I just need to get out. ...What's it for you, are you running away, or are you moving forward?"
He went to answer, then realized that he himself had no idea. "I'm not completely sure. I think both, kind of. Moreso moving forward. I grew up in New York. I didn't hate it there, so it's not really that I'm running away. I just wanted to find something different, someone different, maybe. I'm going to be on flights to different places untill I find something or someone that makes the place worthwhile. You can live somewhere your whole life, and still not have it be your home. I refuse to be one of them people. It's not where you live, it's who your with. That's what makes a home."
She smiled, and it lit up the whole room. For that time, he didn't notice the thousands of people rushing past them, or the airport, the luggage everywhere; does anybody actually need all of the shit they take along with them? He didn't have a clue about anything. All he knew is that he was talking to this beautiful girl, and she was smiling at him. It made him feel something that he couldn't explain. He told her more in the five minutes tops they knew eachother than he had told anyone in his life. He was home. He was in an airport, with a girl he barely knew, but he was home, and he didn't want to leave it. He smiled back.
Then, he took her hands. His words were rushed, as if he didn't have the courage to say them slower. If the words flying out of his mouth a mile a minute didn't come out fast enough, he might not say it, and he was tired of missing once-in-a-lifetime chances.
"Like you said, we're all here for a reason. We're all running from something, or running towards something. This is crazy, I have no idea what this is, but it's right. I think I missed you before I even met you."
She cut him off. "You don't even know my name. You don't know my past, you know nothing about me, and I know nothing about you. You're right, this is crazy."
He continued despite her. His words gained speed, if that was even possible, as he went. His breath was short. "Do things such as a persons name really matter? I really don't think so. A name is a name. What does it change if my name is Bob, or Peter? Your past is your past, you can't change it. I can't picture knowing everything about you, and finding anything wrong. That's why this is so right. We're both running away from something, and running towards something that neither of us know. Can't we do it together? You know what I said before about home? I found home. I found home in an airport, with some girl who's name could be anything, but it doesn't matter. None of it matters. This is life, we can't waste it on stupid stuff, and regret it later. You could totally reject me, but at least I'll know I took a chance. ..please, come home with me."
Just as he ended, and took in much needed air he'd been depriving his lungs of the past minute or so, the loudspeaker anounced * Flight 27, Los Angeles California. Please start boarding. The flight leaves in 10 minutes.*
Once again, she smiled, grabbed his hand, and started walking towards the plane with him.
She didn't need any words.