Disclaimer: If you don't know its not mine by now can I recommend seeking psychiatric help?
BTW: If you have suggestions I would love to get them.
Martin arrived at the airport much earlier than he had anticipated. He hadn't slept the night before and didn't think he spend another moment in the house that reminded him so much of Ruthie. Although he still wasn't sure why it bothered him so much, it wasn't like he was in love with her. No one gets that upset over a friend though. For someone who rarely, if ever, cried though he had certainly cried a lot over Ruthie last night. He knew he looked like crap, but since he wasn't looking to pick up any girls he guessed it didn't matter anyway. Finally they called his row to board the plan. It was a small plane with only two seats per row, and due to the holiday season every seat except the one next to him was filled. Just before the plane began taxiing down the runway, the person in the seat next to his boarded. Due to the way they were covered up, Martin could not tell his seatmate's age or even if they were male or female.
As she was used to trying to avoid being noticed by her fans, Ruthie was excellent at traveling incognito. She made sure to board at the absolute last minute so that Martin could not change seats or flights even if she wanted to. She was going to talk to him, whether or not he wanted her to and, if she had anything to do with it, he was going to listen. She decided to wait until the plane was at cruising altitude because she remembered that Martin had told her that no matter what he tried his ears really bothered him when taking off or landing.
Just as Martin was ready to turn towards the window and pretend to sleep so as to avoid the awkward conversation between strangers, the person (whose voice was decidedly female) said something so surprising that he had to listen.
"You know the worst part about falling in love, is not knowing what you have until you've lost it and never even knew you had it," she said removing the large sunglasses showing serious brown eyes.
Between the familiarity of the stranger's voice and the intrigue behind the statement Martin had to turn and signal for her to continue.
"Well, say someone was a very good friend, so good and you didn't even know it. But then something happened and things were wrongly assumed. Suddenly they're mad at you and don't give you a chance to fix things. They're just gone. It's in the moment that you realize that your heart broke in ways that not even the best of friends could break it. And so you find love and lose it all at once. How will you ever find a way to tell them since you don't know how to get in contact?" Looking into her eyes, Martin felt like he should know them and her words, it was if she was reading his mind. Unless, but not it couldn't be because she left yesterday. And she would never love him. Did he love her? Yes, he realized he did. What if he had assumed wrong?
And so he had to ask her, "How could one find out if they made a mistake? And if they did will an apology ever be enough to give them a chance to get the love back?"
She smiled, "Just follow your instict to know whether or not you actually made a mistake in assuming too soon. Is that somethiing they would do? Love always gets a second chance, even a thirty-seventh chance if necessary."
With that Martin knew and he reached over and pulled off her hat and pulled away the scarf covering her face.
Sorry, you'll have to wait to the next chapter. I think it's a good place to end it.