Usually, right before a flight, I sit with the jitters… butterflies in my tummy… just nervous. I always fear flying because it’s my luck that I’d die in some horrific crash or turn of events (which is probably why 9/11 freaked the hell out of me. I had nightmares for 3 months). But I’m sitting here very calm and reassured that I’ll make it to my final destination. Maybe because I know if something happens… the man i love will be right there, holding my hand.
Morbid, I know… but he would be the first one I’d call if something were happening. That someone I was supposed to find.
Still would suck to die that way. But I’m not worried about it today.