So High When I Fly

So I thought I would do something a little different today and write about some positivity. Why, no reason. We all need some good in our lives.

I can remember loading the plane. Feeling so free, so in love. If it was only for this one moment, I was happy. I knew I loved this boy, I was just afraid to show him. So there we were, in the back of the plane, hand and hand. We could see everyone, but the way I felt, you would have thought we were the only ones on the plane. We put on our headsets, pulled out our books, (maybe a snack or two) and relaxed on our way to paradise. For all I could care, we could have been grounded or on a first class trip to hell. I still would have been flying high from this feeling of love. I cant remember if my head was on him or if his was on me. Maybe our heads were on each other. Hell, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was in that place with him at that very moment. Lord knows I wanted to just reach over and give him a passionate kiss and tell him how much I loved him. But I was afraid to be that open. If I could fly, I would fly everyday.