Why do we fall for people when it's time to say goodbye? Why do some people enter our lives in places we could only dream of finding ourselves? Why does fate bring us close to those, whom we may not destined to be with, yet we are willing to give up everything for their sake? Who determines the path of distant stars when all we want is to admire Orion rather than the dazzling Milky Way veiled by drifting clouds? The clouds are filled with tears tonight in the city known for its brightest sky.
Goodbyes. I detest them. Especially waiting for a cab in the dead of night, yearning to be somewhere else, anywhere but here. Anytime but now. There's too little air in here. Windows fogged up from our breath, and this room is getting too small as we get lost in different time zones. A few minutes left before departure. The most precious thing left between the two. But amidst it all, there's a poignant beauty in the longing, a sweet sorrow in the yearning.
I watched the plane wings coat the City of Angels with shadow. City and the angels remained far below as I soared through the clouds.