The Return

[dotinthesky]

My boyfriend and I fly back to London tomorrow.

If our Lufthansa flight disappears over the Atlantic, I'll come back to visit you (yes, you reading this--I'll be by the foot of your bed at night, when you wake up with chilled toes.) I won't do anything; I'll just stare. And in my stare you'll know that I won't rest until my body is found at the bottom of the ocean.

Comments

[arafel1.livejournal.com]

You know…. It is quite difficult to find entire bodies in the middle of the ocean. Fish tend to eat them, and currents to scatter the parts. But then, spending eternity at my bed’s side wouldn’t be such a bad prospect.
Laughing.
Have a nice flight. And welcome back to Europe.

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I like the idea of getting spread out across the ocean in the stomach of hundreds of fishes!