short story

Waiting was always painful for her, but waiting for her loved one had taken that pain to new heights.

While it would be no lie to say that they’d both sacrificed a lot to finally be able to touch each other, to hug, to kiss, to sit next to each other in companionable silence, just soaking in each other’s presence. It was more true that her loved one, sitting in an passenger plane, with its cramped seating in the pressurized narrow metal tube, held aloft by human ingenuity and the roaring deafening sound of its engines, and, of course, the inordinate financial cost of such an endeavour, had made the greater sacrifice.