The Passenger.

Every time the plane flew over my house, I always thought it had at least one passenger with tears in his/her eyes, sitting and looking down and thinking why he/she had to leave.

Sitting in the plane and thinking, wish the aircraft turns back, wish the person to whom he/she had bid good bye was still there thinking the same thing the plane would come back and decide never to part again.

The houses down below keep becoming smaller and smaller till the clouds block the view and sad passenger starts getting used to the fact of that There is no going back now. As time passes he/she starts to think about the destination, about what next to do....what he/she will be doing there.

Soon the plane would land and the sad passenger would de plane smiling, as if nothing had happened. Would call up the person at the departed city to let him/her know about their well being and carry on. Would miss the good times at times.....but would carry on.