C125 Respect

Shane

I couldn’t stop thinking about her as we took off. The sun rose over the horizon and I chased it as if she would disappear if I didn’t keep up. I clung to her scent in my memory and smiled at the memory of how her hair was almost translucent under the morning sun. The ghost of her presence haunted my every waking second, her memory a vibrant reminder of what I wanted, who I wanted