A Run Into My Ex

Hot wind blew into my face as I stepped onto the runway along with a dozen other passengers. I felt it twirl around my bushy eyebrows and waft up my broad forehead past my receding hairline. My heart was pounding, but when I saw the gentle smile of the air hostess, it reduced to a light thump. She was ready to welcome me onto the small aircraft, her arms stretched forward welcomingly as I trudged up the small staircase. I almost--a great part of me actually wanted to do it--smashed into her large bosom, but I steadied myself and grasped her gloved hand.