Transatlantic

"This is not a turn-key romance" I said, as she flipped me off with her left ring finger.

"It's the only one with a vein connecting to the heart," she explained.

Her name was Felicity, the literal definition of "happiness," and she had me... gutted.

We pinky promised to "get transatlantic" with our hearts. Making each other let go. I'm left wondering if she's aware of the way that Lindburgh was the first to cross the Atlantic in flight, with my name on his tail wing?

You are a bubble under water. I'm a soundwave that could collapse you. The unexpected light that follows, and that science can't explain is merely the chemistry in our veins. Let's ditch the lifeguards and feel alive.