when it was time to leave the plane, I knew I couldn’t leave her behind. All I know about her is that her name is Harper, she’s a NICU nurse by trade, and with all that dark hair and gray eyes, she’s so fucking beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off her. But when she tried to walk out of my life at the end of that tarmac, I told her she’d be with me and I offered her my hand. It wasn’t a question or a request.
