Snippets from Passport To Happiness
Josh was my last link to the little town in West Texas. I outgrew him in a way too. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was thankful he blew me off in the dining room that day.
My palms were sweaty and my stomach was doing flip-flops. The anticipation of what I would see beyond the gates left me filled with anxiety.
“May I kiss you?” He asked self-consciously. I nodded. He hesitated for a brief second, and then he leaned in. His mouth was soft and warm, his kiss gentle like the soft warm wind that blew through west Texas.
I walked up the couple of steps with my one bag in my hand, and casually turned to see my friends one last time. I blew them both a kiss, and with a heavy heart, I found my way down the aisle of the bus locating an empty seat.