A/N- Once again, very very personal. I don't own the italicized bits, they belong to Gary Allan and his amazing song "Watching Airplanes". As always, reviews and critique are welcomed, and returned gladly. For you Kiddo. Im scared, oh god am I ever scared.

I’m just sittin’ out here watching airplanes,
take off and fly

Silver bullets, screaming silently as they
blaze across the sky, a topsy-turvy ocean
in which we’re submerged, just watching from below
as the world crashes and burns
Backs pressed against concrete,
hair splayed, we reminisce, breathing, laughing
to keep the doubt in our heads at bay, their voices
silenced against the wind- if only for a second
we could stay here forever if reality didn’t exist,
breathing only this moment, and this smile, and each other
for eternity, an empty bliss, perfection with you
here wrapped in a blanket of sun, so warm-
a stark contrast to the chill in my bones,
a fear of the unknown path before us, like the airplanes
buzzing around our heads, there but fleeting
leaving nothing behind but a trail of puffy white,
will it stay, will it disappear, can we see it at all
counting each effect, I calculate the odds,
of a lifetime written in pollution, then give up-
I don’t care what the sky says, please just stay with me,
keep us whole, okay through the haze;
for now, for this, forever.

Tryin’ to figure out which one you might
be on, and why you don’t love me anymore.