And as she sat on a plane cruising towards more pleasant breezes, she couldn’t help but consider the life that lay ahead, and if it would satisfy her expectations and hopes. Would it be traveling to see the world like she longed to do, or would she be reduced to living a simple existence? She is filled with anticipation, hope, and excitement, yet a terrible fear of failure. But she continues to smile at the thought, knowing she will not fail, she will not lose, and she knows it. Her thoughts then begin to settle on her friends: the few true and amazing ones she has fallen in love with. And of course her flow of thoughts are interrupted by HiM*. What would become of them? Someone she had always known and appreciated. She can bear another heartbreak, but would rather not. Why is it that a woman’s life is consumed by love? Love of herself, her loved ones, and sometimes primarily her lover? An arrangement that varies so much, and consumes the mind, heart, and soul, but why? And should it? She now sits back, relaxes, and waits for the complimentary snacks and beverages offered, trying to forget about the questions she can not yet answer.
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