I wrote this in the air.

I'm writing you as if I were talking to you. As if you are somehow here with me on this plane, this big metal capsule taking me back in time, but not far enough. If only it could take me to 12 days ago. I'm reading the book you are letting me borrow. You never told me it was about you and me.
But what is even more beautiful is that the characters each hold traits found in bouth you and me.
Lucy is described as a girl, but much more than a girl also. She is a story, an aura, a creature to be studied and preserved. Ann seems to spend their friendship in wonderment. I don't know why, but for me it is just the small things that make somone so big. I find courage in leading a pack of friends to your favorite pub. Bravery in dancing in a corner at some oldr man's house party cause everyone else is to busy powdering their nose.
In our story, you do much more than write it.

Presently I am thinking about the ink on these pages and how they bleed through to the other side. And how the ink stains the pages as much as tears wetted my face as soon as the plan began to take off and how I know the flight attendant saw me crying and how that can all be translated onto pages of an empty notebook, all with the root of just one feeling. I became empty and everything within me ends up on paper. What I write and give to you is just as much a book or letter as it is veins, arteries and blood that pumps within them. And as anything else, it will fade. This deep purple will turn to a color you don't quite recognize and my sadness in leaving will be just a memory. I can resurrect them if I choose to with new ink, and with just a copy of these feelings I had felt. The hope in all this is that maybe one day the sandess is gone completely.
*secret portion*
I'm about to land in Iceland and when I look out my window I see huge white mountains. If you look closely you can see little specks but I can't tell if they are homes or big trucks. Anyway, I like to imagine the speck is me and the mountains are the rest of my life waiting for me to explore them.