'We are about to take off. Might sound like I'm whining but I miss you already.'
'Just landed. Would it be too much if I have the pilot turn so I can see you?'
'Caught a picture of the clouds while on the plane. Wonder how it would feel to watch them with you beside me some day.'
'There's a 5 hour, 30 minute time difference between us now. I'm about to start training. How are you?'
'I miss you, Nala.'
'Goodnight, Nala.'
That was the last message he had sent me ten minutes ago. It is now 10pm, which means it is 3:30am over there. I don't even know the name of the country he went to.
Very bad, Nat. Very bad. I chastised myself.
I scroll up again, reading through the messages and feeling my lips stretch as I did. Goddess! How can someone be so good with words? I sucked in a breath, fe
