9am wednesday. RIC airport. gate 9.
justin is a physical therapist in seattle. and i'll never forget him.
you know, i don't think he'll forget me either. not anytime soon.
his kids are jake, and finley, 5 and 8. his girlfriend, maxi, is in germany. just before we parted ways i gave him a richmond postcard i'd been saving for just such an opportunity, in exchange for a promise to buy an international stamp and send it to her. they met when she tore her ACL. "she had her eye on me for a while... i had no idea." part of me believed him. he was reading 'Chicken Soup for the Lover's Soul'. i was the only one who would verbally make fun of him that day. his simple justification: 'well, i'm in love.' they took the most beautiful photo at dawn on charles bridge in Prague. he said i looked czech with my high cheekbones and bright eyes.
it's funny, now that i think of it. overhearing my response as to why i was going to colorado. 'i have no idea,' he laughed and forged a uniquely cliche introduction-- 'what's your story?'
and here i am, writing his.
<3.
About Me
- liz.
- i only have one dimple. i like my hair as messy as possible. i drink milk straight from the carton. i require lots of attention and juice in the morning. i'm the purest form of myself at the beach. i was born south of the mason dixon line. i enjoy discovering things. my greatest enemy is the winter. my biggest fear is that i won't change the world.
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