‘Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart’ A.A. Milne
I am sure there are plenty of women who have some guy permanently etched in their memory and in their heart. In other words the one who could have been. My Shakespearean love was a co-pilot for Air New Zealand who was striving to become a Captain behind the kaleidoscopic controls of the DC10.
We met whilst on a layover in a Wellington crew room where the attraction, for him, was like a thunderbolt possibly fuelled by the large brandy he was nursing. His first words were staccato questions, ‘Who are you? What is your name?’ And more tellingly “Where were you seven years ago?” This last question suggested he was married-albeit not happily? How clichéd, I thought as I dutifully ignored his attentions.
Fate however had other ideas and consistently rostered us on the same flights until I succumbed to his charms and realised this was destined to be more than a passing fling. He was self-opininated, funny, short of statue and wonderfully attractive. My heart and breathing bellyflopped with every encounter.
We would swap rosters to pursue our wondrous physical and emotional attraction throwing caution to the wind whilst aware we might be discovered. On several memorable occasions free drinks and bottles of champagne were sent over from neighbouring diners in our favourite restaurants. Such largesse was due to our very obvious circle of love which we made no effort to hide.
On reflection I should have listened to my heart and ignored my conscience, instead of terminating our love affair. To my great sorrow, I heard he died prematurely as a result of exposure to Agent Orange whilst flying in Vietnam.
Wisdom is easily attained in hindsight. I realise that I love him now as I did then.