I Love You Forever


I was in the airport, ready to fly to my next destination. The air was tense and frantic. I was late and less than one hour away until boarding. There’s something about airports that leave me anxious, every time. That constant energy of shifting, moving and departing is stressful. All those hellos and goodbyes. Tense tears, or happy hugs of joy. It can be an empath’s overload. Feelings meshed with feelings. Layers and layers of an onion. It all enraptures you like a sponge. I love travel, but th…