His bomber jacket, 501s, grey sweater… long hair… it never changes.
"Come fly with me! It is beautiful today."
As much as I wanted to say yes, my fear got the best of me and I said,
"I will go up when the lavender is in bloom."
"Promise?"
I didn't respond, instead I smiled hoping he thought that was a yes.
Rolling out the plane.
Ready to fly into the blue.
Finally the blue!
After months of grey skies that match his sweater.
"Come on, fly with me."
But I am not flying until the lavender is in bloom….
though I will miss the jokes about the joy stick, but not enough to climb aboard.
Oh!
I am afraid. It is that simple and that silly. I trust him I do. But still…
How do you get over fear?
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