The little necklace was

folded in between the

flaps of the paper

airplane.

And as I closed

my eyes and

threw it high in

the sky, I watched

it fly away into

someone's palms.

Their hood was

pulled to cover

their locks of

brown, dangling

from the ends.

I watched as they

rubbed the necklace

with their tiny thumb

and a warm feeling

of a smile splashed

across their lips.

And I knew it was you. I knew it was

the person who would understand

all of my problems without comparing

it to their own.