Another Kind of Love

I first saw her, idly waiting by a security checkpoint. I slow down as we lock eyes, then smile as she gets rushed through the xray. She glances back one last time before boarding.

I mourn a bit before confidently continuing on. My eyes start scouring the terminal again, while I scream "Next?" in my mind.

Quick, simple, noncommittal. I just love airports.

**haha, another little quickie i figured out during a stopover. purely fictional, crafted by my selfish, overbearing ego during an hour-long lag. this just means that i'm back home where i belong, home after a long first-slash-fourth day of classes. more on that later.**