Die Zeit heilt nicht die Wunden.

carpe-my-diem:

So there was this woman and 
she was, uh, on an airplane and 
she’s flying to meet her fiancé 
sailing high above the—the largest ocean 
on planet earth and she was seated 
next to this man who, you know 
she had tried to start conversations 
an really—really the only thing 
she heard him say was to order his bloody mary
and she’s sitting there and she’s reading 
this really arduous magazine article about a 
third world country that she couldn’t 
even pronounce the—the name of and 
she’s feeling very bored and very despondent
and—and then, uh, suddenly there’s this huge mechanical failure and one of the—the engines gave out 
and they started just falling -an- thirty thousand feet 
and the pilot’s on the microphone and he’s saying, 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Oh My God, I’m Sorry” 
and apologizing and she looks at the man and she—and she says,
“Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says, 
“We’re going to a party, it—it’s a birthday party. 
It’s your birthday party, happy birthday darling. 
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.”
And then, uh, he starts humming this little tune and—and, uh, it kind of goes like this…