All in Personal

To the Blonde Girl with the Soul of Glitter...

I wish I could’ve taken her to coffee. I wish I could’ve sat across from her and built a relationship with her. But Southwest Airlines waits for no woman, so all I had was that moment. And I wish I could remember exactly what I did say to her verbatim, but I have been unable to recall it clearly. I long for the retroactive chance to say so much more in that moment. The 45 seconds I had was not enough time to tell her what I really wanted to say.

Instead, I write this openly to her, hoping that somehow it will find her, or another out there with the same rare spark who is in need of some encouragement.