SORRY ABOUT THAT
As I sit on the plane, I find myself thinking about Shorty. I am now quite certain that I had made a mistake. And, I am sorry about that.
I also think about the fact that I've written over one hundred pages in this journal, all in an effort to describe and tell the story of the last three days. But, through all that, I never really wrote about my parent's death. I'm sorry about that.
I think about this little diary that I've kept. How I've been writing this story since I first got to the airport. It's almost done and the plane is set to take off in less than fifteen minutes. The last of the passengers are boarding now. I can hear their voices in the background. There is a seat open next to me, and I am sure one of the voices belongs to that seat.
Anyway, I also think about how, when I finish this journal, I am going to put it in the overhead compartment, and hope that the person who finds it, will benefit from the mistakes I've made. Maybe that person will realize that all decisions have an impact. All of mine did. Most of them, unfortunately, had a negative impact.
I think about how I've written over one hundred pages to tell my story, introduced several characters, but I never wrote my name. Maybe I don't want to incriminate myself? But, it is also because I hate to introduce myself. I think names are a label that describes nothing. But, if you need to refer to me with a label, you can call me the Nameless Narrator. If you hoped for a better name, hey, I'm sorry about that.
As I struggle to finish writing the last few words of this journal of consequence, the person sitting in the seat next to me finally arrives. Without looking up, I can tell it is a woman by the lofty scent of her perfume. It is an intoxicating scent, one that I think I bought for Shorty the Christmas before last. Oh God, do I miss her. I think that when I arrive at wherever I end up, I might call her and tell her to come out to me. No, I can't even wait that long! I stood up quickly, prepared to leave the plane, and catch a cab to her place, all in an effort to talk to her. But, as I stand, I realize that the woman waiting to sit in her seat next to mine is still blocking the aisle. Then, I realize that person is Shorty!!
She sat next to me and said that No called and told her I was leaving. No gave her a plane ticket and drove her to the airport. She asked me if it would be all right if she went with me? I decided that I would start my new life with a good decision. I told her "Yes".
She didn't ask where we were going, but she wanted to know what I hoped to find when I got there?
I told her that I hoped to find two things in the place "we" were going. The first thing I hoped to
find is myself. The second thing I hoped to find is a better life. I knew that I could find both, especially if Shorty was by my side.
I guess that's the end.
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