To have or to hold

themselves through the narrow aisles of the plane, until reaching the confined space

eaning with my hand on the back of the chair in front of where I was supposed to be sittin

certainly Row C, and they were defin

," I voiced politely, watchin

ey were flooded with an innocent expressio

ere's a spare seat over there," he remarked, pointing to

booked seats that were next to the window. I always liked a window seat, and

ced lying to me? Did I r

ed in a firm tone. I really was

a flight attendant ask

fire could open his mouth again. "This

et that I handed to her. She looked at the couple. "You are in fact in this lady's seat,

been seated in separate seats

" I g

m in moving to let us sit together?" he s

t ago is mine, and the seat next to you is fo

the woma

would love to pull the ginger curls from her hea

would give up the two seats so this couple could sit together," the

but this man had just barefaced lied to me about it being his seat, they had both ignored me when I

rom hell, and these two had added to it. I wasn't giving them anythi

s, but for once, I was putting myself first, and the pair of them could shift their butts and be thankful

y flight bag in the overheard storage compartment, and took a seat in my lovely, room-for-two seat which was a little too wa

ight blue sky, my thoughts drifted to what wonderful weather we were having, w

d a distraction. Deciding to see what was playing over the headphones, I grabbed them and

and I could see her silently judging me for not giving up my seat, co

ll get myself a nice Chardonnay, to get into the whole holiday vibe, and

blet, I sat back and placed my headphones back in again to have

was the first time we'd been to a big function together as boyfriend and girlfriend. I was the happiest I had ever been in that moment, as we were joined by various other couples who were

quivering, my hands were shaking, and apart from keeping the noise down, as I was aware there were a lot of other people around me, I was doing a damn good impression of Laura Ingalls f

d to torture me. My nose was streaming and I could barely see anything out of the window through m