I had plans and dreams, and ideas, when I fell in love with someone I call Z, who didn’t know I was alive.
I’d seen him, heard him speak and thought; “This is it!” as if I were in some romantic movie. I had never spoken to him, just ‘knew’ he was “The One.”
Learning he had joined a particular project going to some distant place, I had shoved myself into that project with some twisted impression that we would be together.
I didn’t realise there were two dozen people in this batch, meaning that Z and I would not be alone together. Further he not only knew the others, but one of them was his wife.
I learned these facts as we were boarding the plane. Not in the air port, but when we were actually getting on the plane.
I was the most horrible flight of my life.
Too bad the flight was horrible.
It was horrible because she felt like a fool, imagine thinking this would be some opening scene in a romance